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When I grabbed the fragmented rock, it broke into four or more parts.
The elders of the people were astonished and said, “What happened?” Then they added that it was magic that had an effect.
Then they screamed and said that the rock fell in all four directions. Is there anyone responsible?
The rock was black and virgin, so many eyes watched and more bombs exploded on the rocks.
Some drowned, some died, some were saved, and some cried.
It is the Yemeni rock, gentlemen. They came to his rescue before it was too late.

 

 

 

 

 

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