He flew to see the grandsons of Nikita Kharashchev to buy tanks, kalashnikovs and mortars, and to pass in sleep over them, and also to put some of them on his extended abdomen, or to threaten his neighbors and kill his brother Abdul- Raouff.
Are SIR eager and occupied with the kalashnikov in the home country of bombarding and was being bombarded, the kidnappers and kidnapped. In this country: hunting turtle dove, which is glorifying and roaming, you can not estimate the destiny or circumstances, moreover, the nation, which is beating by the shoes and once again with sandals.
Do you SIR, still eagerly love them? and you slaughter the hostage and eat sheep and goats? Do you not have enough Biological Weapons, which warp the streets? He replied concisely “ I am not convinced and not being preached, I am still a member of Abdul-Raouffs' tribe, who has a curved abdomen, I love Kalashnikov, I will be either kidnapping or kidnapped, I do believe in what Jarjooves believes, and I am roaming around the kaaba in a camouflaging and deceiving state”.
Ottawa International Poets and Writers for human Rights (OIPWHR)
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