Toiling

The sun was high in the sky, the temperature was 43 degrees Celsius, a blazing breeze, drops of sweat drenched my face after I was hit by the poisonous winds, my city Riyadh, its weather is scorching in the summer and cold in the winter, it knows no moderation. I got into my car after expelling the absorbed heat inside it, I started the engine and turned on the air conditioning to the strongest possible degree from the air, it seemed hot to me until it gradually adjusted and became cold, I walked to my destination to fix the driver's door window and some necessary spare parts, they must be changed periodically to be in perfect condition, this was after I ended my call with him after the agreement and breaking the rigidity of the high price that almost bankrupted me..