death to roman hang him idgaf

May I ask a question

what is wrong with the world

when we got told that Ukrainian was under attack from Russia! Everybody around the globe, including us Muslim and the whole Arabian gulf stood up to support Ukrainian

yet when is Palestine!!! is under attack from Israel!

nobody stood beside Palestine from the big countries, half of the globe of the big countries, the rulers just decided to speak for everyone like we don’t have any tongues to speak with and said that we support Israel

have you seen the war crimes they even committed that’s not even compared to the war crimes there are assholes. They literally present at 17 years old teen boy, because he throw a rock on a soldier that carries a gun and just one of the people who concerned very high member fuck her!! 💢💢 said that he throw some things I could open a humans head wide-open (I was gonna say that she said something similar to that but I don’t give a shit because that I just heard from her that bitch) the boy he throws a rock on a soldier, probably killed more babies more females more men than you could ever count on his fingers and his toes or has even entire organs they killed people because they don’t want them to celebrate they heard them they put him in jail because they don’t want them to celebrate with her loved ones came out of jail then what should they say?” hello”” hello” to one another like it’s just some stupid ass child book what is wrong with people?

why are you doing this? Why is there’s actual piles of shit in their head

why did they say those things? Why do they believe things that aren’t real? It’s clear they’re stupid

It’s a fucking clear you don’t have to read a book. To understand that what’s going on is wrong. Those people need a dictionary need a goddamn translation for the word, humanity because they don’t understand what humanity is

they just want the Al-Aqsa Mosque to build Temple of Solomon they want to destroy something that is written inside a holy book of a religion called Islam ☪️ Which is the holy Quran Kareem (those are the gods words inside the book, his actual words) this book haven’t been in touch by human hands(it’s mean it’s never been ruined, or changed anything ever since it was given for our profit) God said about Israel people that they are for bidden to feel mercy for others and they’re gonna go to hell because they have given out so many lies about God

Al-Aqsa Mosque is Israel goal they want to reach it to build the temple of Solomon that’s all they want, and if they did this, (Allah knows /I think ) that mean they can claim this country beautiful country Palestine as their country and Inshallah, Inshallah Inshallah this will never happen InShallah Allah will feed them sooner than we think

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Punjabi - Sufi Islam is through revelations in which you ponder over His... Punjabi - Sufi Islam is through revelations in which you ponder over His Word over your own heart through "logical reasoning" that Brews "Logo" = His Word = Allah. https://youtu.be/jbiPrIIhB40 Real Islam of Allah, Sun, Inshallah is for the solitary Christs whilst the Anti-Christ Mullahs, Moon and Star, Inshmullah Islam is of Satan. Your own choice; Inshmullah Islam of Shia/Sunni Shariah or Inshallah; Sufi Islam of Noor “Free of Shariah”? The real Islam is of Allah, Sun, the Primary Source of Light called NOOR. This Moon and Star Islam of Mullahs, Inshmullah, is of the Satan called Al-Djmar Al-Aksa and it is bearing fruits in Shia and Sunni of men and not of Allah. Real Islam is of “ba ilah” or be the son of Man or of the tribal natural father, Bande da Puttar to “Ba Al-Ilah”, our Supernatural Father “Allah” Noor that is not Shia or Sunni. La-Ilah stands for no more the son of the tribal father but of the Al-Djmar Al-Aksa; Islam is of Satan and that is why they keep Kabah, “Temple of Shiv or Adam” to their left hand during going around for seven times. For greater details, visit my YouTube videos on Hajj; channel nijjhar1. Playlist on “Circumcision”:- https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0C8AFaJhsWxLH5Fa8hgUdBQDQwn80_8P Playlist on Hajj:-  https://www.youtube.com/view_all_playlists?sq=Hajj Shorter playlist on Hajj:- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VR2dn6slDM&list=PL0C8AFaJhsWxrELw58oqY8pHXTP3PHUro A True Mussallmaan, is a man with Mussallum = Firm belief, Eemaan in Allah. Thus, a True Mussallman is in Allah and Allah is in him if he has these Four qualities:- 1.       He has Heya/sharm/conscience/Salt of his tribal father or of his Khandaan called “Ba-Ilah”, son of Man – This is Nesiff or Half Eemaan. 2.       He speaks truth but nothing else but the truth 3.       He is contented with his lot or Haq. He is satisfied with “HAQ HALAL” earning or no cheating which is drinking the blood of poor. 4.       He is Merciful and helps the poor on a philanthropic basis. Such a Person is a Mussallmaan and they are very rare whilst the Kafirs dominate in this Islam of Mullahs Al-Djmar Al-Aksa. There is no brother and sister in the Islam of Allah (Spirit) but Sons of Allah, the Brethren whether you are a male or a female in flesh. Unless a female becomes a male, she cannot enter into the Royal Kingdom of God. KHUDI KO KR BALAND ITNAH; KEH ALLAH (AND NOT KHUDAH AS STATED BY IQBAL) AADMI SAE POOCHE; KEH TERI RAZAH KIYA HAE. KABAH BELONGS TO “KHUDAH” AND NOT TO “ALLAH”. Here is an article about Hajj for Peaceful living of the Sons of Man:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/faithfat.pdf Article on circumcision:-http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/circum.htm                                                                                                              Youtube Video on this topic:-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=riVgxC5ubgQ WHY IS THE MOST SACRED MOSQUE IN KABAH CALLED AL-MASJID “AL-HARAAM”? https://youtu.be/N2BFr1WBK14 What is the Gospel Truth? Truths are two types; the natural truth that applies to physical nature which is “relative” and the spiritual Truth, which is of our Supernatural Father God and as it is Light, no relativity applies but it is “Absolute Truth”. Here is a video:- https://youtu.be/WGuAme-ThNI The gist of Gospel Truth:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/gospelgist.htm Predictions:- Chosen People are the Demonstration Nation of the world that teach us the Moral Laws through practical suffering when their Blind Guides, the Rabbis led their spiritually blind Disciples or students into the Pits of the Holocaust. Here is what we can predict in the Light of Matt. 13v24-30:- Never mind, we are in the Tribulation Period and the ATOMIC WAR is expected on 14 November 2023 when Israel shall be 75 years old. This is how it will happen:- Israel was established on 14 May 1948 + 70 years of Protection as the Temple was destroyed in 70 A.D.  Then, Israel would suffer attacks from the circumcised Gentiles, the fake sons of Abraham TILL 14 May 2023. Remember that Circumcision is the tribal mark of Abraham to Isaac only and not to Ishmael, a son born of the slave woman. The greedy Temple Priests created these fake sons of Abraham and Angel Stephen warned them of the end results but they killed him – Gen 17 on circumcision is highly corrupted. I have over 8500 Youtube Videos to help you understand the subject by criticising my mistakes. In the spiritual Field, you must renew your Innerman, the Christ every day; otherwise, you are dead in letters super donkey carrying the Holy Books. You must wean off the Holy Books in order to let your heart think logically to Brew Logo, which is Oral Torah or His Word that Jesus came to deliver to fulfil the Law and not to destroy it. Thus, the Gospel flows from your own heart and not from the dead letters of the Holy Books – Mark 6v8; URL:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/sikhism.htm – Menorah:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/Menorah.pdf

Maintaining Ties of Kinship with Kafir Parents/Family

Maintaining the ties of kinship is a big deal in Islam; to cut them off is from among the major sins. This is something that most people dismiss very easily but on the Day of Judgement it will be a heavy thing indeed.

See how strongly Allah speaks about the matter:

"Would you then, if you were given the authority, do mischief in the land, and sever your ties of kinship? Such are they whom Allah has cursed, so that He has made them deaf and blinded their sight."

—Qur'an (Surah Muhammad) 47:22-23

Subhanallah, we even have an example from the time of RasoolAllah (ﷺ) regarding a kafir mother!

Asma bint Abu Bakr (radhiAllah anha) went to the Prophet (ﷺ) and said: My mother (who was a disbeliever) has come to me and she desires to receive a reward from me, shall I keep good relations with her?"

The Prophet (ﷺ) said, “Yes, keep good relation with her.”

—Sahih al-Bukhari 2620

If the following hadith were the only benefit from this action it would be enough for us:

A'ishah (radhiAllah anha) reported: The Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) said, “The bond of family is suspended from the Throne and it says: Whoever upholds me, Allah will uphold him. Whoever severs me, Allah will sever him.”

—Sahih al-Bukhari 5989, Sahih Muslim 2555

From the Seerah of RasoolAllah (ﷺ), we learn that this was also a major character trait of his, that he upheld the ties of kinship.

Upholding family ties doesn't mean you have to live in each other's backyards, though. As long as you keep those channels of communication open, it may be enough, inshallah. So you visit sometimes. You call and check in on her. You take gifts when you visit, or send them to her. Things like that.

I would absolutely not recommend casually cutting off ties with her without speaking to a person of knowledge upon the Sunnah.

As for calling child services, lol, nothing of what Islam enjoins is harmful, rather the opposite, so what would child services be there to do? In a sane world, the parents who let their children drink, commit zina and destroy themselves should be the ones locked up.

Overall, if you're on the fence about how much to expose your daughter to this corrupted way of thinking in order to maintain kinship, I would definitely recommend speaking to a person of knowledge upon the Sunnah regarding the matter.

And Allah knows best.

Lucy

Based on this prompt by @write-it-motherfuckers (I couldn't find the original post)

Ps. Laya is pronounced Lai-yah the 'Lay' is somewhere between 'lie' and 'ley'

°•♤

I flipped the sign with a sigh, exhausted. Silence followed the clang of the bell when I stepped out, locking the door behind me. My coworker shoved two of her shifts down my throat, and reluctant as I was to accept, I needed the money.

"Hello, love."

Or maybe not. I huffed. Lucifer fell into step beside me, matching my brisk pace.

"You know," he said after a moment, glancing up at the rosy cheeked sky, "it's not polite to ignore someone when they greet you."

I mumbled back a hi, turning the corner to my street.

"Are you still angry?"

I gave him a look. It wasn't that I didn't love him, it was just that he absolutely refused to admit when he was wrong.

"I could pay your bills."

I gave him another look.

"Fine." He sighed. "You're tired. Let me carry you."

"Go away, Lucy."

He made a pained sound from the back of his throat. Small victories. I gave him the nickname a century ago, and the reactions I got never disappointed, not even after calling him that for so long.

"My mother always said, 'يمكنك ان تلعب مع الحمير ولكن لا تغضب عندما تحصل على تغطيتها في القرف'." *

"What does that even mean?"

I tried my best to ignore him, hearing my purse higher on my shoulder and taking a turn to get home quicker. The phrase was barely applicable, and I knew he understood it, because his brows furrowed in confusion, scrunching up the way he does when he's trying to figure out what he's missing.

Again, he offered, "let me carry you."

I didn't respond. My heels were killing me, but I wouldn't let him see that.

"Come on, Laya." I loved when he said my name. Lay-ahh. It was musical on his lips. Not many people bothered with the right pronunciation, using Leah as an English substitute. It bothered me to no end, especially since it's not even a difficult name.

"Don't you have souls to torture?"

"Not until I get you back."

"Who's in charge?"

"Dubois."

I couldn't imagine Dubois was too pleased about being left in charge. The demon was six foot nine with a permanent sneer and a temper that destroyed mountains. He was, however, the most indecisive, silkies demon to exit. Not including my insufferable Devil.

The streetlights cut across his jaw for a moment before we stepped into the dark street. Lucifer's hair was longer, reaching the back of his neck, where the spine meets the skull. I could feel the desperation wrapped around his wrists, shackles of ivy that kept him tethered to me. His suit was expensive, probably custom made Armani. I'd kill to see him in jeans again, but he complained endlessly about how restricting they were.

"I miss you. Come home."

"Inshallah."

"You always say that to avoid saying no," he accuses me, pointing a finger. Such a child. He's not wrong though I picked up the habit from my mother who was fond of giving me the same look I give Lucifer while she said it.

He followed me up the steps, into the brownstone. I wasn't complaining, per se, but my neighbour was a nosey old woman who would no doubt be cataloging this fight in her journal.

"I love you."

"Not what you said a month ago, Lucy."

"I only meant your wish brought us together." Lucifer was nothing of not persistent. "You prayed for a lover and i was single. These things happen sometimes."

I stomped up the steps, his quick feet following closely in quick succession. I could feel him at my back, the shadowy feeling of heat he brought, the burning splinters of picks down my spine. My apartment was just two floors up and I could lock him out. Knowing him, Lucifer would make himself comfortable outside and wait until I was ready. It wouldn't be the first time.

"You said it forced attraction."

"Intrigue," he clarified, "not attraction. I do love you, you know I do." When I didn't answer, he prompted, "right?"

"Yes," I sighed, stopping at the top of the stairwell. The worry etched and his voice was a strong tug at my resolve. "I know."

Lucifer's lips curled into a smirk. He backed me up against the wall and laced our fingers together. "Good. I love you, Laya. I'd burn the world down for you."

"You tried that," I muttered, "didn't exactly work out in your favour."

"I'll leave the libraries this time."

His lips descended slowly, brushing over mine in a teasing sweep. Sliding over his shoulders, my fingers dug into the base of his neck, massaging the tight knots.

"I love you." He kissed me. "Come home. Shout at me, give me the silent treatment, anything you'd like, but do it at home."

Tangling his fingers in my hair, he pulled my head back. Dipping low again, Lucifer's mouth found my neck. He was so warm against me, cupping the back of my head with the other arm banded across my back to keep my upright. He walked me backwards to my door, pushing me up against it.

"You know, this isn’t quite what I meant when I prayed for a lover who would love me unconditionally and eternally."

His grin was wolfish. "Then you should have been a little more specific, my darling."

I snorted a laugh as we reached my apartment. "No, I'm glad I wasn't."

"Does that mean you forgive me?"

"Mm."

Across the hallway, I was aware of Mrs. Peake (fitting name since all she did was peek out at people) peering through her door. She crowed, "cut him some slack, girl. Make him work for it, but cut the boy some slack."

The boy. My shoulders shook with silent laughter and Lucifer glared her way.

"The buildup to makeup sex is always good." She just kept going. "You'll have one he'll of an–"

"Thank you," I interrupted her loudly, swallowing my laughter. "I got it, Mrs. P."

With an abrupt nod and cluck of her tongue, her door clicked shut and Lucifer kissed me again, fingers searching blindly for the handle. His lips were soft and demanding against mine, the cold metal on his finger against my cheek.

"Laya," he breathed against my mouth. Urgency bled into the once gene kiss.

He finally found the handle, letting us both fall into the warm apartment.

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* translations

Inshallah basically means God's willing or like, hopefully it will happen (ngl though, we sometimes use it in an ironic manner)

The loong arabic phrase translates to "you can play with donkeys but don't be angry when you get covered in shit."

I'm not arab, so I did use a translator for the Arabic, please tell me if the arabic is inaccurate so I can fix it.

Hello, everyone! Meghan here, with a preview excerpt for you from the One Thousand and One Nightmares era, including two of the four Kindred covenants prominent in the Islamic Golden Age. Let me tell you a story…

Golden Age Covenants

Even at its height, the Camarilla never touched many of the Abbasid Caliphate’s lands. The covenants here evolved independently of those in Europe, although pockets where the Invictus and Lancea et Sanctum hold sway exist in the caliphate’s western reaches.

Ahl al-Mumit

“My rage is my weapon, but it is also my curse. Inshallah, I will one night overcome it.”

You want to join the Ahl al-Mumit because: You are angry that you’re dead and you don’t know how to deal with it. You think mortals waste their humanity. You are driven to hunt down other monsters.

The big picture: We rage at our cursed condition and the injustices committed against us. We always feel close to frenzy, and one wrong move could end with watching a sunrise. Fortunately, we possess the gift of Karamat, the magical rituals Europeans call Theban Sorcery. Karamat reminds us of our humanity, tempering our rage to work miracles. God does not directly intercede to work these marvels; instead, we call upon the gifts God granted us.

It is God’s role to convert the wicked and judge the impure. It is our role to execute God’s judgment and punish the unworthy. We see every vile act humanity commits and find them wanting. Some Wrathful wish to prove to God that the world is unworthy. Others hunt monsters far worse than divs. Most just want to make it through tonight without unintentionally destroying what little we have left.

Muslims dominate Ahl al-Mumit, but significant minorities of Christians and Jews exist within our ranks. The few European Kindred who journey east and return compare us to their Lancea et Sanctum. We add this presumption to the long list of reasons we are angry at the world. We are cursed enough as it is and God has no need for more monsters!

Where we came from: The Lancea et Sanctum say they learned Karamat from an angel. We learned it from Iblis himself. God made his anger known when Iblis would not bow to humanity.

Iblis asked for a gift so he could be an agent of God’s wrath, and God granted him Karamat but cursed him, so his form was no longer smokeless fire, but dead flesh. It was Iblis who sired the clans, Iblis who gave us our path, and Iblis who taught the first Karamat.

Our practices: We use our rage to hunt Kindred, Begotten, and other monsters who lost their humanity long ago; yet we temper our wrath, so we do not become like them. Karamat reminds us of God’s mercy, and it is our solemn duty to recover these rituals. We will not allow them to fall into the Lancea et Sanctum’s hands, and we take it upon ourselves to keep those monsters out of our lands. We infiltrate mortal institutions, both to eliminate those we deem corrupt and to remind ourselves how to be human.

Nicknames: The Wrathful (informal), al-Hamasoun (respectful), Banu Shaitan (European, derogatory)

When we are in power: The wicked feel our wrath. The other covenants claim our domains are uncompromising, but we only turn our rage upon them if they give us just cause. We ruthlessly hunt down divs who welcome the curse and become true monsters, for God finds them wanting.

When we are in trouble: We lash out against those who keep us down. We are putrid and denied spiritual purity. Now these arrogant bastards want to eliminate our remaining dignity? Let God damn their families! We will crush them with our rage.

al-Amin

“You think we need sorcery to defeat you? Words can move mountains if you whisper them into the right ear. Here, let me tell you a story…”

You want to join al-Amin because: You are dead, but you still have your faith. You believe upholding the surahs and laws you can is better than discarding everything. You look to history to provide role models for how you should conduct your Requiem.

The big picture: Rather than agonize over their cursed existence, members of al-Amin leave it to God to judge their souls and focus on their night-to-night business. Arabia and Persia have long traditions of raising up independent, influential women, who take the initiative to uphold Muslim customs and laws. The Faithful honor these traditions, using them as guides to their imperfect Requiems, but they respect Khadijah al-Kurba and Homai Chehrazad above all others. Khadijah was the first Muslim convert, the Mother of the Faithful, a powerful and wealthy merchant. Chehrazad becomes a popular icon in the Islamic Golden Age, but al-Amin biographers were already regaling her history to the covenant centuries ago.

Members of al-Amin consider it their duty to keep the peace between the covenants, but that peace easily becomes tyranny. The covenant is quick to defend itself against criticism, citing God’s as the only judgment that matters. While this belief is sincere, it also prevents al-Amin from confronting their actions’ consequences or realizing when they have gone too far and angered their fellow divs.

Where we came from: When the Prophet was but a simple merchant, Khadijah al-Kurba saw how great he would become and proposed marriage. The Prophet refused, saying he could not earn the wages to support a wife, but Khadijah reminded him of her vast trade empire and how she provided for herself. Inspired by her strength and devotion, we resolved to follow her pious example to give us the will to persist. We walked the hijra behind Prophet Muhammad, we stood beside him in Mecca, and we welcomed him in Yathrib.

Our practices: We emulate Homai Chehrazad as storytellers and mediators. Our neonates help others within the covenant solve their problems and keep libraries of all our tales, while elders serve as lore masters who mediate between divs of other covenants and spread stories that manipulate the kine’s opinions in ways we desire. (“Propaganda” is such a harsh word.) Others say our solutions can be heavy-handed, but if it weren’t for us, they wouldn’t have solutions. We also take responsibility for facilitating safe travel between cities for Kindred; long desert trips are hazardous, requiring preparation and careful timing. Trade caravans are our favorite transport method. Both Khadijah and the Prophet were merchants, and caravans allow us to enrich ourselves (and keep other covenants in our debt) while providing an essential service.

Nicknames: The Faithful, the Arbiters, the Camels (derogatory)

When we are in power: We keep the All Night Society running smoothly and the caravans coming in on time. The law holds everyone in check equally. We resolve disputes quickly and efficiently, so they do not draw mortal attention.

When we are in trouble: We fight our way back to the top — not with open war, but through our superior knowledge of the law, ensuring our enemies don’t get comfortable. We are happy to serve as advisers to Princes from other covenants, all the while hatching schemes to reclaim power.

I Could Have Been One of the Journalists Killed in Kabul

Habib Zahori is a former New York Times journalist from Afghanistan who now lives in Ottawa.

On April 30, I read the first tweets about the initial bombing in downtown Kabul as I was going to bed. In Ottawa, the place I have called home for the past four years, news of an attack in Afghanistan always triggers a flurry of text messages to my mother. She assured me that everyone in my family was fine. I woke up an hour later to her texting me about a second blast. A suicide bomber, carrying a camera to blend in, had detonated explosives that killed 25 people, including nine journalists. She wanted to know if I knew any of them. I did.

Among those killed was the chief photographer for Agence France-Presse in Kabul, my friend Shah Marai. I met him during the presidential campaign of 2009 at Ghazi sports stadium in Kabul. He was known among the Afghan press corps as one of the kohna pekh ha, or the Old Stocks, referring to the group of Afghan journalists who started working for foreign media during the Taliban regime. Newcomers like me looked up to them for professional guidance. Marai began his work as a driver and worked his way up. For over two decades, he bore witness to everything that was happening in Afghanistan and took haunting pictures, until he himself became a picture.

[Shah Marai was A.F.P.’s chief photographer in Kabul. Read about the legacy of images he left behind.]

As soon as I saw his smiling face circulating on my Twitter feed, I felt the darkness outside my window grow thicker and come down on me like a weighted blanket. I had a flashback to the moment in 2014 when I found out about the death of another friend, Sardar Ahmad, who also worked for A.F.P. He was shot and killed along with members of his young family while celebrating the Persian New Year at a restaurant in Kabul. Just one of Ahmad’s three young children survived.

Ahmad’s death eroded my hope that a better future in Afghanistan was possible and made me determined to get out. That’s when I left for North America, despite overwhelming criticism and accusations of selfishness from my family members and friends. The agony of seeing Afghans dying all around me and not being able to do anything about it was too much to handle. I hated traveling outside Kabul to the provinces or going to cover the aftermath of explosions and suicide bombings. I couldn’t even handle going to restaurants and picnics. I needed to cut the invisible umbilical cord that connected me to home, my people and, most important, the endless pain and anguish I associated with them.

In Ottawa, I tried to scale down the number of news articles that I read about Afghanistan, then limited myself to reading only the headlines. Soon the dead and the maimed in Afghanistan became mere figures and numbers. But that self-deception did not last long. Every time there was a bombing or an airstrike, I was overwhelmed by regret and guilt for not being there to help. Last December, after a Taliban suicide bomber killed six people near the Presidential Palace, I had a panic attack when I couldn’t get in touch with anyone at home. When I angrily protested to my father that I had almost had a heart attack, he coldly told me that I was worrying too much and that life was not as bad as the media were portraying it. Then he casually said, “Sometimes it is easier to live inside the monster than outside of it.” Perhaps my father was right and things were not as bad as I thought. I limited my reaction after each bombing in Kabul to sending a text, “Everything O.K., inshallah?” and waiting for someone in my family to reply, “Yes, everyone is fine, alhamdulillah.”

That changed with Marai’s death. His face seemed to be swimming before my eyes, his disarming smile, the gap between his front teeth that we sometimes made fun of, the memory of him running toward me at news conferences and insisting I tell him a joke and his texts from Afghanistan in 2016, asking me to record a joke and send it to him via WhatsApp so that he could play it for his friends at a party. My vision became blurry, and then tears started racing down my cheeks.

War is a beast whose lust for human flesh is insatiable. Those who killed Marai did not achieve anything but feeding the beast and prolonging its life. By killing Marai, they did not only kill one man; they also destroyed the lives of all those who were dependent on him. He was the breadwinner of the family. Marai had married twice and fathered six children. The youngest, a girl, was only 2 weeks old. He also supported some relatives, including three blind brothers and two blind children.

You learn the humbling force of death only when you lose a friend, a family member or someone you know. You see its enormity and devastation in the cries of a bereaved mother or sister, the wailing of a newly widowed woman and the tears of an orphan. It also forces you to think about your own mortality. That could have been me if I had not left the country. If I had been in Afghanistan, I might have gone to the site of the first bombing and died with the rest of the journalists that day. I was filled with guilt and grief — a traumatic mix. I tormented myself for compromising my moral standards, for failing to do my duty as a son, a brother a friend. The sense of failing a loved one is scarring.

When I was growing up in Afghanistan, every time I felt overwhelmed by the never-ending violence, every time the monster of grief dug its sharp claws into my heart and every time I felt the walls of helplessness inching toward me, I would always think of one place: the West. I thought that if I could make it to this so-called land of abundance, freedom and security, I would be able to rid myself of the physical and psychological torments that had marred me since childhood. Now I was here, thousands of miles away from the anguish that I fled four years before. On the day that my friends buried Marai in his ancestral cemetery, I called a couple of them to let them know that I was grieving too. One of them said, “You are lucky that you are not here to see him being buried.”

The distance was supposed to buffer me, but it didn’t. There is no escape from the suffering that engulfs Afghanistan, no matter where I am.

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I Could Have Been One of the Journalists Killed in Kabul

Habib Zahori is a former New York Times journalist from Afghanistan who now lives in Ottawa.

On April 30, I read the first tweets about the initial bombing in downtown Kabul as I was going to bed. In Ottawa, the place I have called home for the past four years, news of an attack in Afghanistan always triggers a flurry of text messages to my mother. She assured me that everyone in my family was fine. I woke up an hour later to her texting me about a second blast. A suicide bomber, carrying a camera to blend in, had detonated explosives that killed 25 people, including nine journalists. She wanted to know if I knew any of them. I did.

Among those killed was the chief photographer for Agence France-Presse in Kabul, my friend Shah Marai. I met him during the presidential campaign of 2009 at Ghazi sports stadium in Kabul. He was known among the Afghan press corps as one of the kohna pekh ha, or the Old Stocks, referring to the group of Afghan journalists who started working for foreign media during the Taliban regime. Newcomers like me looked up to them for professional guidance. Marai began his work as a driver and worked his way up. For over two decades, he bore witness to everything that was happening in Afghanistan and took haunting pictures, until he himself became a picture.

[Shah Marai was A.F.P.’s chief photographer in Kabul. Read about the legacy of images he left behind.]

As soon as I saw his smiling face circulating on my Twitter feed, I felt the darkness outside my window grow thicker and come down on me like a weighted blanket. I had a flashback to the moment in 2014 when I found out about the death of another friend, Sardar Ahmad, who also worked for A.F.P. He was shot and killed along with members of his young family while celebrating the Persian New Year at a restaurant in Kabul. Just one of Ahmad’s three young children survived.

Ahmad’s death eroded my hope that a better future in Afghanistan was possible and made me determined to get out. That’s when I left for North America, despite overwhelming criticism and accusations of selfishness from my family members and friends. The agony of seeing Afghans dying all around me and not being able to do anything about it was too much to handle. I hated traveling outside Kabul to the provinces or going to cover the aftermath of explosions and suicide bombings. I couldn’t even handle going to restaurants and picnics. I needed to cut the invisible umbilical cord that connected me to home, my people and, most important, the endless pain and anguish I associated with them.

In Ottawa, I tried to scale down the number of news articles that I read about Afghanistan, then limited myself to reading only the headlines. Soon the dead and the maimed in Afghanistan became mere figures and numbers. But that self-deception did not last long. Every time there was a bombing or an airstrike, I was overwhelmed by regret and guilt for not being there to help. Last December, after a Taliban suicide bomber killed six people near the Presidential Palace, I had a panic attack when I couldn’t get in touch with anyone at home. When I angrily protested to my father that I had almost had a heart attack, he coldly told me that I was worrying too much and that life was not as bad as the media were portraying it. Then he casually said, “Sometimes it is easier to live inside the monster than outside of it.” Perhaps my father was right and things were not as bad as I thought. I limited my reaction after each bombing in Kabul to sending a text, “Everything O.K., inshallah?” and waiting for someone in my family to reply, “Yes, everyone is fine, alhamdulillah.”

That changed with Marai’s death. His face seemed to be swimming before my eyes, his disarming smile, the gap between his front teeth that we sometimes made fun of, the memory of him running toward me at news conferences and insisting I tell him a joke and his texts from Afghanistan in 2016, asking me to record a joke and send it to him via WhatsApp so that he could play it for his friends at a party. My vision became blurry, and then tears started racing down my cheeks.

War is a beast whose lust for human flesh is insatiable. Those who killed Marai did not achieve anything but feeding the beast and prolonging its life. By killing Marai, they did not only kill one man; they also destroyed the lives of all those who were dependent on him. He was the breadwinner of the family. Marai had married twice and fathered six children. The youngest, a girl, was only 2 weeks old. He also supported some relatives, including three blind brothers and two blind children.

You learn the humbling force of death only when you lose a friend, a family member or someone you know. You see its enormity and devastation in the cries of a bereaved mother or sister, the wailing of a newly widowed woman and the tears of an orphan. It also forces you to think about your own mortality. That could have been me if I had not left the country. If I had been in Afghanistan, I might have gone to the site of the first bombing and died with the rest of the journalists that day. I was filled with guilt and grief — a traumatic mix. I tormented myself for compromising my moral standards, for failing to do my duty as a son, a brother a friend. The sense of failing a loved one is scarring.

When I was growing up in Afghanistan, every time I felt overwhelmed by the never-ending violence, every time the monster of grief dug its sharp claws into my heart and every time I felt the walls of helplessness inching toward me, I would always think of one place: the West. I thought that if I could make it to this so-called land of abundance, freedom and security, I would be able to rid myself of the physical and psychological torments that had marred me since childhood. Now I was here, thousands of miles away from the anguish that I fled four years before. On the day that my friends buried Marai in his ancestral cemetery, I called a couple of them to let them know that I was grieving too. One of them said, “You are lucky that you are not here to see him being buried.”

The distance was supposed to buffer me, but it didn’t. There is no escape from the suffering that engulfs Afghanistan, no matter where I am.

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I Could Have Been One of the Journalists Killed in Kabul

Habib Zahori is a former New York Times journalist from Afghanistan who now lives in Ottawa.

On April 30, I read the first tweets about the initial bombing in downtown Kabul as I was going to bed. In Ottawa, the place I have called home for the past four years, news of an attack in Afghanistan always triggers a flurry of text messages to my mother. She assured me that everyone in my family was fine. I woke up an hour later to her texting me about a second blast. A suicide bomber, carrying a camera to blend in, had detonated explosives that killed 25 people, including nine journalists. She wanted to know if I knew any of them. I did.

Among those killed was the chief photographer for Agence France-Presse in Kabul, my friend Shah Marai. I met him during the presidential campaign of 2009 at Ghazi sports stadium in Kabul. He was known among the Afghan press corps as one of the kohna pekh ha, or the Old Stocks, referring to the group of Afghan journalists who started working for foreign media during the Taliban regime. Newcomers like me looked up to them for professional guidance. Marai began his work as a driver and worked his way up. For over two decades, he bore witness to everything that was happening in Afghanistan and took haunting pictures, until he himself became a picture.

[Shah Marai was A.F.P.’s chief photographer in Kabul. Read about the legacy of images he left behind.]

As soon as I saw his smiling face circulating on my Twitter feed, I felt the darkness outside my window grow thicker and come down on me like a weighted blanket. I had a flashback to the moment in 2014 when I found out about the death of another friend, Sardar Ahmad, who also worked for A.F.P. He was shot and killed along with members of his young family while celebrating the Persian New Year at a restaurant in Kabul. Just one of Ahmad’s three young children survived.

Ahmad’s death eroded my hope that a better future in Afghanistan was possible and made me determined to get out. That’s when I left for North America, despite overwhelming criticism and accusations of selfishness from my family members and friends. The agony of seeing Afghans dying all around me and not being able to do anything about it was too much to handle. I hated traveling outside Kabul to the provinces or going to cover the aftermath of explosions and suicide bombings. I couldn’t even handle going to restaurants and picnics. I needed to cut the invisible umbilical cord that connected me to home, my people and, most important, the endless pain and anguish I associated with them.

In Ottawa, I tried to scale down the number of news articles that I read about Afghanistan, then limited myself to reading only the headlines. Soon the dead and the maimed in Afghanistan became mere figures and numbers. But that self-deception did not last long. Every time there was a bombing or an airstrike, I was overwhelmed by regret and guilt for not being there to help. Last December, after a Taliban suicide bomber killed six people near the Presidential Palace, I had a panic attack when I couldn’t get in touch with anyone at home. When I angrily protested to my father that I had almost had a heart attack, he coldly told me that I was worrying too much and that life was not as bad as the media were portraying it. Then he casually said, “Sometimes it is easier to live inside the monster than outside of it.” Perhaps my father was right and things were not as bad as I thought. I limited my reaction after each bombing in Kabul to sending a text, “Everything O.K., inshallah?” and waiting for someone in my family to reply, “Yes, everyone is fine, alhamdulillah.”

That changed with Marai’s death. His face seemed to be swimming before my eyes, his disarming smile, the gap between his front teeth that we sometimes made fun of, the memory of him running toward me at news conferences and insisting I tell him a joke and his texts from Afghanistan in 2016, asking me to record a joke and send it to him via WhatsApp so that he could play it for his friends at a party. My vision became blurry, and then tears started racing down my cheeks.

War is a beast whose lust for human flesh is insatiable. Those who killed Marai did not achieve anything but feeding the beast and prolonging its life. By killing Marai, they did not only kill one man; they also destroyed the lives of all those who were dependent on him. He was the breadwinner of the family. Marai had married twice and fathered six children. The youngest, a girl, was only 2 weeks old. He also supported some relatives, including three blind brothers and two blind children.

You learn the humbling force of death only when you lose a friend, a family member or someone you know. You see its enormity and devastation in the cries of a bereaved mother or sister, the wailing of a newly widowed woman and the tears of an orphan. It also forces you to think about your own mortality. That could have been me if I had not left the country. If I had been in Afghanistan, I might have gone to the site of the first bombing and died with the rest of the journalists that day. I was filled with guilt and grief — a traumatic mix. I tormented myself for compromising my moral standards, for failing to do my duty as a son, a brother a friend. The sense of failing a loved one is scarring.

When I was growing up in Afghanistan, every time I felt overwhelmed by the never-ending violence, every time the monster of grief dug its sharp claws into my heart and every time I felt the walls of helplessness inching toward me, I would always think of one place: the West. I thought that if I could make it to this so-called land of abundance, freedom and security, I would be able to rid myself of the physical and psychological torments that had marred me since childhood. Now I was here, thousands of miles away from the anguish that I fled four years before. On the day that my friends buried Marai in his ancestral cemetery, I called a couple of them to let them know that I was grieving too. One of them said, “You are lucky that you are not here to see him being buried.”

The distance was supposed to buffer me, but it didn’t. There is no escape from the suffering that engulfs Afghanistan, no matter where I am.

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I Could Have Been One of the Journalists Killed in Kabul

Habib Zahori is a former New York Times journalist from Afghanistan who now lives in Ottawa.

On April 30, I read the first tweets about the initial bombing in downtown Kabul as I was going to bed. In Ottawa, the place I have called home for the past four years, news of an attack in Afghanistan always triggers a flurry of text messages to my mother. She assured me that everyone in my family was fine. I woke up an hour later to her texting me about a second blast. A suicide bomber, carrying a camera to blend in, had detonated explosives that killed 25 people, including nine journalists. She wanted to know if I knew any of them. I did.

Among those killed was the chief photographer for Agence France-Presse in Kabul, my friend Shah Marai. I met him during the presidential campaign of 2009 at Ghazi sports stadium in Kabul. He was known among the Afghan press corps as one of the kohna pekh ha, or the Old Stocks, referring to the group of Afghan journalists who started working for foreign media during the Taliban regime. Newcomers like me looked up to them for professional guidance. Marai began his work as a driver and worked his way up. For over two decades, he bore witness to everything that was happening in Afghanistan and took haunting pictures, until he himself became a picture.

[Shah Marai was A.F.P.’s chief photographer in Kabul. Read about the legacy of images he left behind.]

As soon as I saw his smiling face circulating on my Twitter feed, I felt the darkness outside my window grow thicker and come down on me like a weighted blanket. I had a flashback to the moment in 2014 when I found out about the death of another friend, Sardar Ahmad, who also worked for A.F.P. He was shot and killed along with members of his young family while celebrating the Persian New Year at a restaurant in Kabul. Just one of Ahmad’s three young children survived.

Ahmad’s death eroded my hope that a better future in Afghanistan was possible and made me determined to get out. That’s when I left for North America, despite overwhelming criticism and accusations of selfishness from my family members and friends. The agony of seeing Afghans dying all around me and not being able to do anything about it was too much to handle. I hated traveling outside Kabul to the provinces or going to cover the aftermath of explosions and suicide bombings. I couldn’t even handle going to restaurants and picnics. I needed to cut the invisible umbilical cord that connected me to home, my people and, most important, the endless pain and anguish I associated with them.

In Ottawa, I tried to scale down the number of news articles that I read about Afghanistan, then limited myself to reading only the headlines. Soon the dead and the maimed in Afghanistan became mere figures and numbers. But that self-deception did not last long. Every time there was a bombing or an airstrike, I was overwhelmed by regret and guilt for not being there to help. Last December, after a Taliban suicide bomber killed six people near the Presidential Palace, I had a panic attack when I couldn’t get in touch with anyone at home. When I angrily protested to my father that I had almost had a heart attack, he coldly told me that I was worrying too much and that life was not as bad as the media were portraying it. Then he casually said, “Sometimes it is easier to live inside the monster than outside of it.” Perhaps my father was right and things were not as bad as I thought. I limited my reaction after each bombing in Kabul to sending a text, “Everything O.K., inshallah?” and waiting for someone in my family to reply, “Yes, everyone is fine, alhamdulillah.”

That changed with Marai’s death. His face seemed to be swimming before my eyes, his disarming smile, the gap between his front teeth that we sometimes made fun of, the memory of him running toward me at news conferences and insisting I tell him a joke and his texts from Afghanistan in 2016, asking me to record a joke and send it to him via WhatsApp so that he could play it for his friends at a party. My vision became blurry, and then tears started racing down my cheeks.

War is a beast whose lust for human flesh is insatiable. Those who killed Marai did not achieve anything but feeding the beast and prolonging its life. By killing Marai, they did not only kill one man; they also destroyed the lives of all those who were dependent on him. He was the breadwinner of the family. Marai had married twice and fathered six children. The youngest, a girl, was only 2 weeks old. He also supported some relatives, including three blind brothers and two blind children.

You learn the humbling force of death only when you lose a friend, a family member or someone you know. You see its enormity and devastation in the cries of a bereaved mother or sister, the wailing of a newly widowed woman and the tears of an orphan. It also forces you to think about your own mortality. That could have been me if I had not left the country. If I had been in Afghanistan, I might have gone to the site of the first bombing and died with the rest of the journalists that day. I was filled with guilt and grief — a traumatic mix. I tormented myself for compromising my moral standards, for failing to do my duty as a son, a brother a friend. The sense of failing a loved one is scarring.

When I was growing up in Afghanistan, every time I felt overwhelmed by the never-ending violence, every time the monster of grief dug its sharp claws into my heart and every time I felt the walls of helplessness inching toward me, I would always think of one place: the West. I thought that if I could make it to this so-called land of abundance, freedom and security, I would be able to rid myself of the physical and psychological torments that had marred me since childhood. Now I was here, thousands of miles away from the anguish that I fled four years before. On the day that my friends buried Marai in his ancestral cemetery, I called a couple of them to let them know that I was grieving too. One of them said, “You are lucky that you are not here to see him being buried.”

The distance was supposed to buffer me, but it didn’t. There is no escape from the suffering that engulfs Afghanistan, no matter where I am.

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I Could Have Been One of the Journalists Killed in Kabul

Habib Zahori is a former New York Times journalist from Afghanistan who now lives in Ottawa.

On April 30, I read the first tweets about the initial bombing in downtown Kabul as I was going to bed. In Ottawa, the place I have called home for the past four years, news of an attack in Afghanistan always triggers a flurry of text messages to my mother. She assured me that everyone in my family was fine. I woke up an hour later to her texting me about a second blast. A suicide bomber, carrying a camera to blend in, had detonated explosives that killed 25 people, including nine journalists. She wanted to know if I knew any of them. I did.

Among those killed was the chief photographer for Agence France-Presse in Kabul, my friend Shah Marai. I met him during the presidential campaign of 2009 at Ghazi sports stadium in Kabul. He was known among the Afghan press corps as one of the kohna pekh ha, or the Old Stocks, referring to the group of Afghan journalists who started working for foreign media during the Taliban regime. Newcomers like me looked up to them for professional guidance. Marai began his work as a driver and worked his way up. For over two decades, he bore witness to everything that was happening in Afghanistan and took haunting pictures, until he himself became a picture.

[Shah Marai was A.F.P.’s chief photographer in Kabul. Read about the legacy of images he left behind.]

As soon as I saw his smiling face circulating on my Twitter feed, I felt the darkness outside my window grow thicker and come down on me like a weighted blanket. I had a flashback to the moment in 2014 when I found out about the death of another friend, Sardar Ahmad, who also worked for A.F.P. He was shot and killed along with members of his young family while celebrating the Persian New Year at a restaurant in Kabul. Just one of Ahmad’s three young children survived.

Ahmad’s death eroded my hope that a better future in Afghanistan was possible and made me determined to get out. That’s when I left for North America, despite overwhelming criticism and accusations of selfishness from my family members and friends. The agony of seeing Afghans dying all around me and not being able to do anything about it was too much to handle. I hated traveling outside Kabul to the provinces or going to cover the aftermath of explosions and suicide bombings. I couldn’t even handle going to restaurants and picnics. I needed to cut the invisible umbilical cord that connected me to home, my people and, most important, the endless pain and anguish I associated with them.

In Ottawa, I tried to scale down the number of news articles that I read about Afghanistan, then limited myself to reading only the headlines. Soon the dead and the maimed in Afghanistan became mere figures and numbers. But that self-deception did not last long. Every time there was a bombing or an airstrike, I was overwhelmed by regret and guilt for not being there to help. Last December, after a Taliban suicide bomber killed six people near the Presidential Palace, I had a panic attack when I couldn’t get in touch with anyone at home. When I angrily protested to my father that I had almost had a heart attack, he coldly told me that I was worrying too much and that life was not as bad as the media were portraying it. Then he casually said, “Sometimes it is easier to live inside the monster than outside of it.” Perhaps my father was right and things were not as bad as I thought. I limited my reaction after each bombing in Kabul to sending a text, “Everything O.K., inshallah?” and waiting for someone in my family to reply, “Yes, everyone is fine, alhamdulillah.”

That changed with Marai’s death. His face seemed to be swimming before my eyes, his disarming smile, the gap between his front teeth that we sometimes made fun of, the memory of him running toward me at news conferences and insisting I tell him a joke and his texts from Afghanistan in 2016, asking me to record a joke and send it to him via WhatsApp so that he could play it for his friends at a party. My vision became blurry, and then tears started racing down my cheeks.

War is a beast whose lust for human flesh is insatiable. Those who killed Marai did not achieve anything but feeding the beast and prolonging its life. By killing Marai, they did not only kill one man; they also destroyed the lives of all those who were dependent on him. He was the breadwinner of the family. Marai had married twice and fathered six children. The youngest, a girl, was only 2 weeks old. He also supported some relatives, including three blind brothers and two blind children.

You learn the humbling force of death only when you lose a friend, a family member or someone you know. You see its enormity and devastation in the cries of a bereaved mother or sister, the wailing of a newly widowed woman and the tears of an orphan. It also forces you to think about your own mortality. That could have been me if I had not left the country. If I had been in Afghanistan, I might have gone to the site of the first bombing and died with the rest of the journalists that day. I was filled with guilt and grief — a traumatic mix. I tormented myself for compromising my moral standards, for failing to do my duty as a son, a brother a friend. The sense of failing a loved one is scarring.

When I was growing up in Afghanistan, every time I felt overwhelmed by the never-ending violence, every time the monster of grief dug its sharp claws into my heart and every time I felt the walls of helplessness inching toward me, I would always think of one place: the West. I thought that if I could make it to this so-called land of abundance, freedom and security, I would be able to rid myself of the physical and psychological torments that had marred me since childhood. Now I was here, thousands of miles away from the anguish that I fled four years before. On the day that my friends buried Marai in his ancestral cemetery, I called a couple of them to let them know that I was grieving too. One of them said, “You are lucky that you are not here to see him being buried.”

The distance was supposed to buffer me, but it didn’t. There is no escape from the suffering that engulfs Afghanistan, no matter where I am.

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Then, Israel would suffer attacks from the circumcised Gentiles, the fake sons of Abraham TILL 14 May 2023. Remember that Circumcision is the tribal mark of Abraham to Isaac only and not to Ishmael, a son born of the slave woman. The greedy Temple Priests created these fake sons of Abraham and Angel Stephen warned them of the end results but they killed him – Gen 17 on circumcision is highly corrupted. I have over 7000 Youtube Videos to help you understand the subject by criticising my mistakes. In the spiritual Field, you must renew your Innerman, the Christ every day; otherwise, you are dead in letters super donkey carrying the Holy Books. You must wean off the Holy Books in order to let your heart think logically to Brew Logo, which is Oral Torah or His Word that Jesus came to deliver to fulfil the Law and not to destroy it. Thus, the Gospel flows from your own heart and not from the dead letters of the Holy Books – Mark 6v8; URL:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/sikhism.htm – Menorah:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/Menorah.pdf

Jesus was the Anointed Apostle of Islam and He introduced to us our Fath... Jesus was the Anointed Apostle of Islam and He introduced to us our Father Allah through His Word = Logo. Your own choice; Inshmullah Islam of Shia/Sunni Shariah or Inshallah; Sufi Islam of Noor “Free of Shariah”? The real Islam is of Allah, Sun, the Primary Source of Light called NOOR. This Moon and Star Islam of Mullahs, Inshmullah, is of the Satan called Al-Djmar Al-Aksa and it is bearing fruits in Shia and Sunni of men and not of Allah. Real Islam is of “ba ilah” or be the son of Man or of the tribal natural father, Bande da Puttar to “Ba Al-Ilah”, our Supernatural Father “Allah” Noor that is not Shia or Sunni. La-Ilah stands for no more the son of the tribal father but of the Al-Djmar Al-Aksa; Islam is of Satan and that is why they keep Kabah, “Temple of Shiv or Adam” to their left hand during going around for seven times. For greater details, visit my YouTube videos on Hajj; channel nijjhar1. Playlist on “Circumcision”:- https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0C8AFaJhsWxLH5Fa8hgUdBQDQwn80_8P Playlist on Hajj:-  https://www.youtube.com/view_all_playlists?sq=Hajj Shorter playlist on Hajj:- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VR2dn6slDM&list=PL0C8AFaJhsWxrELw58oqY8pHXTP3PHUro A True Mussallmaan, is a man with Mussallum = Firm belief, Eemaan in Allah. Thus, a True Mussallman is in Allah and Allah is in him if he has these Four qualities:- 1.       He has Heya/sharm/conscience/Salt of his tribal father or of his Khandaan called “Ba-Ilah”, son of Man – This is Nesiff or Half Eemaan. 2.       He speaks truth but nothing else but the truth 3.       He is contented with his lot or Haq. He is satisfied with “HAQ HALAL” earning or no cheating which is drinking the blood of poor. 4.       He is Merciful and helps the poor on a philanthropic basis. Such a Person is a Mussallmaan and they are very rare whilst the Kafirs dominate in this Islam of Mullahs Al-Djmar Al-Aksa. There is no brother and sister in the Islam of Allah (Spirit) but Sons of Allah, the Brethren whether you are a male or a female in flesh. Unless a female becomes a male, she cannot enter into the Royal Kingdom of God. KHUDI KO KR BALAND ITNAH; KEH ALLAH (AND NOT KHUDAH AS STATED BY IQBAL) AADMI SAE POOCHE; KEH TERI RAZAH KIYA HAE. KABAH BELONGS TO “KHUDAH” AND NOT TO “ALLAH”. Here is an article about Hajj for Peaceful living of the Sons of Man:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/faithfat.pdf Article on circumcision:-http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/circum.htm                                                                                                              Youtube Video on this topic:-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=riVgxC5ubgQ WHY IS THE MOST SACRED MOSQUE IN KABAH CALLED AL-MASJID “AL-HARAAM”? https://youtu.be/N2BFr1WBK14 What is the Gospel Truth? Truths are two types; the natural truth that applies to physical nature which is “relative” and the spiritual Truth, which is of our Supernatural Father God and as it is Light, no relativity applies but it is “Absolute Truth”. Here is a video:- https://youtu.be/WGuAme-ThNI The gist of Gospel Truth:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/gospelgist.htm Predictions:- Chosen People are the Demonstration Nation of the world that teach us the Moral Laws through practical suffering when their Blind Guides, the Rabbis led their spiritually blind Disciples or students into the Pits of Holocausts. Here is what we can predict in the Light of Matt. 13v24-30:- Never mind, we are in the Tribulation Period and the ATOMIC WAR is expected on 14 May 2023 when Israel shall be 75 years old. This is how it will happen:- Israel was established on 14 May 1948 + 70 years of Protection as the Temple was destroyed in 70 A.D. If anyone knows the exact date of destruction, I would appreciate. By this time, there will be a mass movement of the Jews outwardly towards Israel in which the Jews of the Semitic race would be bundled up – Matt. 13v24-30. Then, Israel would suffer attacks from the circumcised Gentiles, the fake sons of Abraham TILL 14 May 2023. Remember that Circumcision is the tribal mark of Abraham to Isaac only and not to Ishmael, a son born of the slave woman. The greedy Temple Priests created these fake sons of Abraham and Angel Stephen warned them of the end results but they killed him – Gen 17 on circumcision is highly corrupted. I have over 7000 Youtube Videos to help you understand the subject by criticising my mistakes. In the spiritual Field, you must renew your Innerman, the Christ every day; otherwise, you are dead in letters super donkey carrying the Holy Books. You must wean off the Holy Books in order to let your heart think logically to Brew Logo, which is Oral Torah or His Word that Jesus came to deliver to fulfil the Law and not to destroy it. Thus, the Gospel flows from your own heart and not from the dead letters of the Holy Books – Mark 6v8; URL:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/sikhism.htm – Menorah:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/Menorah.pdf

Real Islam of Allah, Sun, Inshallah is for the solitary Christs whilst t... Real Islam of Allah, Sun, Inshallah is for the solitary Christs whilst the Anti-Christ Mullahs, Moon and Star, Inshmullah Islam is of Satan. Your own choice; Inshmullah Islam of Shia/Sunni Shariah or Inshallah; Sufi Islam of Noor “Free of Shariah”? The real Islam is of Allah, Sun, the Primary Source of Light called NOOR. This Moon and Star Islam of Mullahs, Inshmullah, is of the Satan called Al-Djmar Al-Aksa and it is bearing fruits in Shia and Sunni of men and not of Allah. Real Islam is of “ba ilah” or be the son of Man or of the tribal natural father, Bande da Puttar to “Ba Al-Ilah”, our Supernatural Father “Allah” Noor that is not Shia or Sunni. La-Ilah stands for no more the son of the tribal father but of the Al-Djmar Al-Aksa; Islam is of Satan and that is why they keep Kabah, “Temple of Shiv or Adam” to their left hand during going around for seven times. For greater details, visit my YouTube videos on Hajj; channel nijjhar1. Playlist on “Circumcision”:- https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0C8AFaJhsWxLH5Fa8hgUdBQDQwn80_8P Playlist on Hajj:-  https://www.youtube.com/view_all_playlists?sq=Hajj Shorter playlist on Hajj:- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VR2dn6slDM&list=PL0C8AFaJhsWxrELw58oqY8pHXTP3PHUro A True Mussallmaan, is a man with Mussallum = Firm belief, Eemaan in Allah. Thus, a True Mussallman is in Allah and Allah is in him if he has these Four qualities:- 1.       He has Heya/sharm/conscience/Salt of his tribal father or of his Khandaan called “Ba-Ilah”, son of Man – This is Nesiff or Half Eemaan. 2.       He speaks truth but nothing else but the truth 3.       He is contented with his lot or Haq. He is satisfied with “HAQ HALAL” earning or no cheating which is drinking the blood of poor. 4.       He is Merciful and helps the poor on a philanthropic basis. Such a Person is a Mussallmaan and they are very rare whilst the Kafirs dominate in this Islam of Mullahs Al-Djmar Al-Aksa. There is no brother and sister in the Islam of Allah (Spirit) but Sons of Allah, the Brethren whether you are a male or a female in flesh. Unless a female becomes a male, she cannot enter into the Royal Kingdom of God. KHUDI KO KR BALAND ITNAH; KEH ALLAH (AND NOT KHUDAH AS STATED BY IQBAL) AADMI SAE POOCHE; KEH TERI RAZAH KIYA HAE. KABAH BELONGS TO “KHUDAH” AND NOT TO “ALLAH”. Here is an article about Hajj for Peaceful living of the Sons of Man:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/faithfat.pdf Article on circumcision:-http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/circum.htm                                                                                                              Youtube Video on this topic:-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=riVgxC5ubgQ WHY IS THE MOST SACRED MOSQUE IN KABAH CALLED AL-MASJID “AL-HARAAM”? https://youtu.be/N2BFr1WBK14 What is the Gospel Truth? Truths are two types; the natural truth that applies to physical nature which is “relative” and the spiritual Truth, which is of our Supernatural Father God and as it is Light, no relativity applies but it is “Absolute Truth”. Here is a video:- https://youtu.be/WGuAme-ThNI The gist of Gospel Truth:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/gospelgist.htm Predictions:- Chosen People are the Demonstration Nation of the world that teach us the Moral Laws through practical suffering when their Blind Guides, the Rabbis led their spiritually blind Disciples or students into the Pits of Holocausts. Here is what we can predict in the Light of Matt. 13v24-30:- Never mind, we are in the Tribulation Period and the ATOMIC WAR is expected on 14 May 2023 when Israel shall be 75 years old. This is how it will happen:- Israel was established on 14 May 1948 + 70 years of Protection as the Temple was destroyed in 70 A.D. If anyone knows the exact date of destruction, I would appreciate. By this time, there will be a mass movement of the Jews outwardly towards Israel in which the Jews of the Semitic race would be bundled up – Matt. 13v24-30. Then, Israel would suffer attacks from the circumcised Gentiles, the fake sons of Abraham TILL 14 May 2023. Remember that Circumcision is the tribal mark of Abraham to Isaac only and not to Ishmael, a son born of the slave woman. The greedy Temple Priests created these fake sons of Abraham and Angel Stephen warned them of the end results but they killed him – Gen 17 on circumcision is highly corrupted. I have over 7000 Youtube Videos to help you understand the subject by criticising my mistakes. In the spiritual Field, you must renew your Innerman, the Christ every day; otherwise, you are dead in letters super donkey carrying the Holy Books. You must wean off the Holy Books in order to let your heart think logically to Brew Logo, which is Oral Torah or His Word that Jesus came to deliver to fulfil the Law and not to destroy it. Thus, the Gospel flows from your own heart and not from the dead letters of the Holy Books – Mark 6v8; URL:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/sikhism.htm – Menorah:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/Menorah.pdf

Punjabi - Real Shariah and Mullah Free Islam of Allah, Inshallah will do... Punjabi - Real Shariah and Mullah Free Islam of Allah, Inshallah will dominate over this Full of Shariah and Killing Islam of Mullah, Inshmullah's Fatwas, Fake or Nakli Islam that prevails now.Your own choice; Inshmullah Islam of Shia/Sunni Shariah or Inshallah; Sufi Islam of Noor “Free of Shariah”? The real Islam is of Allah, Sun, the Primary Source of Light called NOOR. This Moon and Star Islam of Mullahs, Inshmullah, is of the Satan called Al-Djmar Al-Aksa and it is bearing fruits in Shia and Sunni of men and not of Allah. Real Islam is of “ba ilah” or be the son of Man or of the tribal natural father, Bande da Puttar to “Ba Al-Ilah”, our Supernatural Father “Allah” Noor that is not Shia or Sunni. La-Ilah stands for no more the son of the tribal father but of the Al-Djmar Al-Aksa; Islam is of Satan and that is why they keep Kabah, “Temple of Shiv or Adam” to their left hand during going around for seven times. For greater details, visit my YouTube videos on Hajj; channel nijjhar1. Playlist on “Circumcision”:- https://www.youtube.com/playlist… Playlist on Hajj:- https://www.youtube.com/view_all_playli… Shorter playlist on Hajj:- https://www.youtube.com/watch… A True Mussallmaan, is a man with Mussallum = Firm belief, Eemaan in Allah. Thus, a True Mussallman is in Allah and Allah is in him if he has these Four qualities:- 1. He has Heya/sharm/conscience/Salt of his tribal father or of his Khandaan called “Ba-Ilah”, son of Man – This is Nesiff or Half Eemaan. 2. He speaks truth but nothing else but the truth 3. He is contented with his lot or Haq. He is satisfied with “HAQ HALAL” earning or no cheating which is drinking the blood of poor. 4. He is Merciful and helps the poor on a philanthropic basis. Such a Person is a Mussallmaan and they are very rare whilst the Kafirs dominate in this Islam of Mullahs Al-Djmar Al-Aksa. There is no brother and sister in the Islam of Allah (Spirit) but Sons of Allah, the Brethren whether you are a male or a female in flesh. Unless a female becomes a male, she cannot enter into the Royal Kingdom of God. KHUDI KO KR BALAND ITNAH; KEH ALLAH (AND NOT KHUDAH AS STATED BY IQBAL) AADMI SAE POOCHE; KEH TERI RAZAH KIYA HAE. KABAH BELONGS TO “KHUDAH” AND NOT TO “ALLAH”. Here is an article about Hajj for Peaceful living of the Sons of Man:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/faithfat.pdf Article on circumcision:-http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/circum.h… Youtube Video on this topic:-https://www.youtube.com/watch… WHY IS THE MOST SACRED MOSQUE IN KABAH CALLED AL-MASJID “AL-HARAAM”? https://youtu.be/N2BFr1WBK14 What is the Gospel Truth? Truths are two types; the natural truth that applies to physical nature which is “relative” and the spiritual Truth, which is of our Supernatural Father God and as it is Light, no relativity applies but it is “Absolute Truth”. Here is a video:- https://youtu.be/WGuAme-ThNI The gist of Gospel Truth:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/gospelgi… Predictions:- Chosen People are the Demonstration Nation of the world that teach us the Moral Laws through practical suffering when their Blind Guides, the Rabbis led their spiritually blind Disciples or students into the Pits of Holocausts. Here is what we can predict in the Light of Matt. 13v24-30:- Never mind, we are in the Tribulation Period and the ATOMIC WAR is expected on 14 May 2023 when Israel shall be 75 years old. This is how it will happen:- Israel was established on 14 May 1948 + 70 years of Protection as the Temple was destroyed in 70 A.D. If anyone knows the exact date of destruction, I would appreciate. By this time, there will be a mass movement of the Jews outwardly towards Israel in which the Jews of the Semitic race would be bundled up – Matt. 13v24-30. Then, Israel would suffer attacks from the circumcised Gentiles, the fake sons of Abraham TILL 14 May 2023. Remember that Circumcision is the tribal mark of Abraham to Isaac only and not to Ishmael, a son born of the slave woman. The greedy Temple Priests created these fake sons of Abraham and Angel Stephen warned them of the end results but they killed him – Gen 17 on circumcision is highly corrupted. I have over 6800 Youtube Videos to help you understand the subject by criticising my mistakes. In the spiritual Field, you must renew your Innerman, the Christ every day; otherwise, you are dead in letters super donkey carrying the Holy Books. You must wean off the Holy Books in order to let your heart think logically to Brew Logo, which is Oral Torah or His Word that Jesus came to deliver to fulfil the Law and not to destroy it. Thus, the Gospel flows from your own heart and not from the dead letters of the Holy Books – Mark 6v8; . And commanded them that they should take nothing for their journey, save a staff only; no scrip (No Bible or any Holy Book = Milk but Chew the Juicy Meat of Jesus through logical reasoning), no bread, no money in their purse and Luke 9v3. https://www.youtube.com/watch… Messianic Jews that 

Punjabi - In Allah, you need to be solitary and rendering praises to All... Punjabi - In Allah, you need to be solitary and rendering praises to Allah by Preaching the Gospel.Your own choice; Inshmullah Islam of Shia/Sunni Shariah or Inshallah; Sufi Islam of Noor “Free of Shariah”? The real Islam is of Allah, Sun, the Primary Source of Light called NOOR. This Moon and Star Islam of Mullahs, Inshmullah, is of the Satan called Al-Djmar Al-Aksa and it is bearing fruits in Shia and Sunni of men and not of Allah. Real Islam is of “ba ilah” or be the son of Man or of the tribal natural father, Bande da Puttar to “Ba Al-Ilah”, our Supernatural Father “Allah” Noor that is not Shia or Sunni. La-Ilah stands for no more the son of the tribal father but of the Al-Djmar Al-Aksa; Islam is of Satan and that is why they keep Kabah, “Temple of Shiv or Adam” to their left hand during going around for seven times. For greater details, visit my YouTube videos on Hajj; channel nijjhar1. Playlist on “Circumcision”:- https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0C8AFaJhsWxLH5Fa8hgUdBQDQwn80_8P Playlist on Hajj:-  https://www.youtube.com/view_all_playlists?sq=Hajj Shorter playlist on Hajj:- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VR2dn6slDM&list=PL0C8AFaJhsWxrELw58oqY8pHXTP3PHUro A True Mussallmaan, is a man with Mussallum = Firm belief, Eemaan in Allah. Thus, a True Mussallman is in Allah and Allah is in him if he has these Four qualities:- 1.       He has Heya/sharm/conscience/Salt of his tribal father or of his Khandaan called “Ba-Ilah”, son of Man – This is Nesiff or Half Eemaan. 2.       He speaks truth but nothing else but the truth 3.       He is contented with his lot or Haq. He is satisfied with “HAQ HALAL” earning or no cheating which is drinking the blood of poor. 4.       He is Merciful and helps the poor on a philanthropic basis. Such a Person is a Mussallmaan and they are very rare whilst the Kafirs dominate in this Islam of Mullahs Al-Djmar Al-Aksa. There is no brother and sister in the Islam of Allah (Spirit) but Sons of Allah, the Brethren whether you are a male or a female in flesh. Unless a female becomes a male, she cannot enter into the Royal Kingdom of God. KHUDI KO KR BALAND ITNAH; KEH ALLAH (AND NOT KHUDAH AS STATED BY IQBAL) AADMI SAE POOCHE; KEH TERI RAZAH KIYA HAE. KABAH BELONGS TO “KHUDAH” AND NOT TO “ALLAH”. Here is an article about Hajj for Peaceful living of the Sons of Man:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/faithfat.pdf Article on circumcision:-http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/circum.htm                                                                                                              Youtube Video on this topic:-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=riVgxC5ubgQ WHY IS THE MOST SACRED MOSQUE IN KABAH CALLED AL-MASJID “AL-HARAAM”? https://youtu.be/N2BFr1WBK14 What is the Gospel Truth? Truths are two types; the natural truth that applies to physical nature which is “relative” and the spiritual Truth, which is of our Supernatural Father God and as it is Light, no relativity applies but it is “Absolute Truth”. Here is a video:- https://youtu.be/WGuAme-ThNI The gist of Gospel Truth:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/gospelgist.htm Predictions:- Chosen People are the Demonstration Nation of the world that teach us the Moral Laws through practical suffering when their Blind Guides, the Rabbis led their spiritually blind Disciples or students into the Pits of Holocausts. Here is what we can predict in the Light of Matt. 13v24-30:- Never mind, we are in the Tribulation Period and the ATOMIC WAR is expected on 14 May 2023 when Israel shall be 75 years old. This is how it will happen:- Israel was established on 14 May 1948 + 70 years of Protection as the Temple was destroyed in 70 A.D. If anyone knows the exact date of destruction, I would appreciate. By this time, there will be a mass movement of the Jews outwardly towards Israel in which the Jews of the Semitic race would be bundled up – Matt. 13v24-30. Then, Israel would suffer attacks from the circumcised Gentiles, the fake sons of Abraham TILL 14 May 2023. Remember that Circumcision is the tribal mark of Abraham to Isaac only and not to Ishmael, a son born of the slave woman. The greedy Temple Priests created these fake sons of Abraham and Angel Stephen warned them of the end results but they killed him – Gen 17 on circumcision is highly corrupted. I have over 6800 Youtube Videos to help you understand the subject by criticising my mistakes. In the spiritual Field, you must renew your Innerman, the Christ every day; otherwise, you are dead in letters super donkey carrying the Holy Books. You must wean off the Holy Books in order to let your heart think logically to Brew Logo, which is Oral Torah or His Word that Jesus came to deliver to fulfil the Law and not to destroy it..... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sp_ho_kqm0Q Why Jesus is not the Lord: - https://youtu.be/__X89iAI_cE URL:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/sikhism.htm – Menorah:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/Menorah.pdf