Each year she would bring me a new pair of boots. Hidden in the heels of the boots were recent copies of The Watchtower.
وَٱعْتَادَتْ أَنْ تَجْلُبَ لِي جَزْمَةً جَدِيدَةً وَتُخَبِّئَ فِي ٱلْكَعْبَيْنِ آخِرَ أَعْدَادٍ مِنْ بُرْجِ ٱلْمُرَاقَبَةِ .‏