Meeting Isaiah Al Maseh
No One would believe if I have met Isa. The sweat on his face radiated a reddish glow to his skin, as if he had just played golf in the evening. A medium-tall body, broad shoulders, slightly brownish thin hair, short and neat as in neat of hair-gelled. The hair looked like it was wet by his sweat. His forehead was a little bumpy and his cheeks were full.