6:29 – 7:16
“Is your road a long one?” asked the old man
“I am searching for fate, old man.”
“I have also searched for fate, but I lost my way. In the end I lost my eyesight”
This made Nagharsh sad.
“Can I help you old man.”
“Don’t go down the same path as I did, my son.”
“My mother baked this lavash, it was magical. No matter how much I ate from it, it never lessened. On my way it was suddenly torn in half. Here, you can have this half.”
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“The power in this lavash has not been lost my son. May your mother’s hands remain blessed.”
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