@Omar_Madaniah تعرف لك عمر، بعد كم سنة او ممكن كم شهر، رح تروح اجرك الثاني ونحنا عم نشيل هل نظام المجرم يلي انت عم تثبتو. يا رجل استحي على دمك شو، لك شو هل مسخرة.
@USHomsi@muslumanso@5q963 تمام يعني فوق مانك شبيح وصاير كذا�� كمان؟ 10 سنين بدها لتنحل تمام لكون بوجد الشرع ولله تحلم تحل مشكلة. اي نحنا عم نستغل المشاكل. يعني الحكومة يا حرام ابدا مو عاملة شي. ان إذا استلمت حكم اول واحد بحسابة اشكالك لان انت اخطر من يلي ماسك سلاح. شغلتكم الكذب والحكي الفاضي
@Hamed28942038@Wolveri07681751 محد قلك ترجع يا جحش عم ننقد كرمال التغير، لسه كل ما حكينا رح نرجع بشار، اي ��رمال الله رجع هيك اقلا شي منعرف مين يلي ضدنا.
@USHomsi@muslumanso@5q963 لك ولله طبل عيب مقلك ياها لان الطبل اله فايدة، يا رجل هو بيقلك عن المشاكل وانت بترد بتهامات اخوان وقسدي و فلول؟ لك ما حاج؟ ياخ صحي نحنا برا لكن ما منسب كل واحد مع الحكومة او ضدها. لك ولله انت اذا بتترحل من المانيا لتعد تبكي وتنوح.
@USHomsi@muslumanso بس لحتا وضحاك هيك باص على الاغلب بيشتغل على الديزل، والديزل صعب الاشتعال، يعني بدو حرارة عالية حتا يشتغل. ابحث يا مثقف كيف الديزل بيشتغل. وعلى كل حال المحرك والخزان الديزل ورا مو قدام، يعني شو يلي تسرب من قدام حتا احترق؟ قلتلي انت دارس جامعي من قبل؟🤣🤣🤣🤣
@muslumanso@for4four444 كيف باص يحترق من الامام والمحرك ورا؟ بحياتي ما شفت باص بيحترق من قدام لما بعمل حادث، سيارة اي لان في محرك وفي وبانزين ممكن يتسرب.
@waleed_1_975 تحرير مين والناس نايمين!!
استبدلنا طاغية نصيري بعميل صهيوني يرتدي قناعاً سنياً!!
هذا المجرم قتل عشرات الآلاف من أهل السنة لم يحارب الرافضة والمجوس يوماً
This picture means something to an entire generation of Dutch people.
I'm one of them.
My parents came to Holland as Moroccan immigrants.
I was born there.
Dutch passport.
Dutch better than my Arabic.
The first 18 years of my life, Holland fed me, schooled me, raised me.
The Moroccans helped rebuild Holland.
Holland gave them roads, schools, a future in return.
Fair trade.
But we never really integrated.
That's not on one side.
That's on everyone.
We learned to speak for our grandparents, because they never got to learn the language.
We brought our food.
We brought our culture. Mosques. Books and humor.
We had fun.
We hung out.
We went to each other's weddings and loved the mix of it.
And still.
We never really became one.
The politicians made sure to categorize us.
They needed us to be outsiders, while we were busy acting like insiders.
So a wall went up between neighbors.
Then yesterday a silly game with a ball put two teams on the same grass.
Two continents.
Two cultures.
Except they're not two teams.
They're teams stitched together by the same life.
The Dutch know the Moroccans. Intimately.
The Moroccans know the Dutch. Intimately.
The Moroccans in Morocco spend every summer selling to the Moroccans from Holland.
The Dutch spend every day next to Moroccans. In School. At The local butcher. The streets.
The Moroccan team is full of Moroccans carrying Dutch passports.
The Dutch team is full of their actual friends, neighbors, and colleagues.
Such a simple game.
Such a complicated story.
When I look at this image I don't see football.
I see high school.
I see pride.
I see distance.
I don't see compassion.
I see resentment.
And that's exactly how we lived in beautiful Holland.
Together. Happily.
And quietly, unconsciously, apart.
I left when I was 18.
I went back to Morocco.
I resented Holland.
For years it was me vs them.
Now I understand what I actually have.
I can read two cultures from the inside.
And I get to choose.
What I carry with me.
What I leave behind.
Because every culture has its gold.
And every culture has its rot.
The trick is knowing which is which.
Love. Be kind to each other.