Fate Of Our Imigrant Workers

Two months ago, I met my old friend in Market. Zahra is her name. When she was eight years old, She became an orphan and raised by her poor uncle. After graduated from Senior High School, she tried to work in Saudi Arabia being a maid. She had no choice because she might not dependLanjutkan membaca “Fate Of Our Imigrant Workers”

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