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Their bombs are thrown like poisions over us and we have no sincere or honest friend My son was shot at bullets harvest (in cold blood) with no one to console or comfort me. Oh my kind father! they stabbed you, just as one drinks a sip of water Tuba ( a tree in jannah ) is your home where there is no misery Oh my mother stop crying, your religion is rising up and everything else will go to vain and (since) my honor was violated https://youtube/watch?v=xxWo9UO4B3A
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 08:32:00 +0000

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