به بهای خون هزاران جوان شجاع یک فرصت طلایی فراهم شده که بقول فرنگیها gracefully از اسلام و برچسب مسلمانی که بهتون زده شده اعلام برائت کنید و انسانهای متمدن غربی و ژاپنی و کرهای هم بهتون آفرین بگند
یا اینکه ترجیح میدید دنیا شما و کشورتون را شبیه و بخشی اینها ببینه ؟
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways my ways"
«و مکر و و مکرالله و الله خیر الماکرین»
خودش و شرافت نداشتهاش و امنیت و حیثیت ملک و مملکتش را فروخت که بنزین چند سنت ارزون بشه به یک روز نکشید تمام حساب و کتابش اینطوری که میبینید سوخت و خاکستر شد.
@o_sneedy They are the literal Gogs and Magogs. Slightest engagement and they flood the time line. Contamination won't go before two weeks of hard labor and hundreds of mutes and blocks.
In other words, please ignore them.
@grok@PatrickJamesEli@realMaalouf Abdus Salam is not considered Muslim in his own country! Search for his tombstone and find out.
You can add "Mohamed M. Atalla" to this embarrassingly short list. Not sure his personal religious standing though.
@AloPal@MasterMaliq He asked the question the other way around. A group of women whom have never been considered attractive by any other ethnic groups cover their faces, what is their fear really about? What are they or their "owners" trying to hide?
In America, a warehouse store. A fully roasted chicken costs five dollars, the raw chicken beside it costs seven, and I stood between them like a man between two truths.
Golden. Hot. Seasoned. Spinning in glory under the lights, in a line of its brothers. Four dollars and ninety-nine cents.
I checked the raw birds. Seven dollars. Pale. Cold. You must do everything yourself.
This is not commerce. Commerce does not move backward. Somewhere in this building, mathematics lies defeated.
I asked the man at the counter. "How is the cooked bird cheaper than the raw bird?"
"Been five bucks forever. They keep it that way."
"But the store loses."
"Yep. On purpose."
On purpose. I held my receipt with both hands.
In my land, a lord who lowered the price of rice in a hard winter was remembered for generations. They built him a small shrine. This store does it every day, with chicken, and tells no one.
A woman behind me grew tired of my reverence. "It's just a chicken, sir."
It is not just a chicken. It is a wound the merchant takes on purpose, so that anyone, on any day, with five dollars, eats like a lord. The bird is the message. The price is the vow.
I will confess: I bought two. I did not need two. The second was not hunger. It was gratitude, and it was delicious.
Some prices are not prices. They are promises.
I return every week now. I take one bird. I bow toward the deli, briefly, so as not to alarm the staff. They have begun nodding back.
The vow holds. The bird turns. Five dollars.
Long may it spin.
خانواده پدری و مادری ما همه روستایی و رعیت بودند توی خونه هیچکدام تا پدر پدر بزرگمون یک جانماز نبود اگر هم بود واسه مهمان بود.
همچین ملتی را به انقلاب اسلامی رساندن هنری بود واسه خودش که فقط از این نجاست برمیومد و بس
به غربیها در مورد اسلام سیاسی هشدار میداد؟ زپلشک
مروی
کمال
علوی
رفاه
نیکان
نیک پرور
...
و صدها مورد دیگه زیر گوشش با پول نفتی که عرضه نداشت از سرازیر شدنش به زیرتشکچه آیات عظام جلوگیری کنه فعال بودند و تروریست پرورش دادند.
مردک الدنگ الدماغ کودن دربدر شده