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I gave the old man my knife he cut the bread we shared it through the kingdom far he was Sunni I a Shiite our children ate together Muhammad sat at the table the date 632 AD our difference I said at the time Hoseph , such a small qualm he sat glaring in indifference as if I was a different religion an invading sect to this day our children grow up in hate share never the bread or the wisdom but hate and is it what Muhammad said ? Hate **** desecrate my sacred memory? Time has told, unfortunate.
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May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 4:14 AM UTC
632 AD
I gave the old man my knife he cut the bread we shared it through the kingdom far he was Sunni I a Shiite our children ate together Muhammad sat at the table the date 632 AD our difference I said at the time Hoseph , such a small qualm he sat glaring in indifference as if I was a different religion an invading sect to this day our children grow up in hate share never the bread or the wisdom but hate and is it what Muhammad said ? Hate **** desecrate my sacred memory? Time has told, unfortunate.
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May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 4:14 AM UTC
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