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The Kurds live In parts of Syria, Iraq, and Iran As well as Kurdistan Kurdish groups such as the KCK and PJAK Seek democratic autonomy for Kurds And democracies in Turkey, Iran and Syria Aposim is a grassroots socialist movement That promotes gender equality Apo is the political founder of the PKK and PJAK The female fighters of PJAK Don't have families Because this will weaken their commitment To the organization Thomas Morton Host of this Vice documentary Stays in a farmhouse He headed up to meet the fighters The PJAK division he met with Fights for women's rights Around the Iranian border They tell Thomas Women are being killed in Iran It is a mental persecution of women The PJAK representative says It is about the right to democracy Freedom, Equality, and education The woman explains that The Iranians use Sharia and Islam For their own purposes It is not true Islam according To the PJAK representative In true Islam there is equality and equity Thomas That really was priceless Watching you line dance with them Really funny I think the women of PJAK Got a kick out of it too God bless the women of PJAK Such beautiful smiles Full of life Standing up for women's rights
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
Kurds Seeking Democratic Autonomy
Flashback to as far back as the mind goes, Masculinity is mighty and feminism is flawed, Man is right and woman is wrong, Boy is strong and girl is weak, I’m a gentleman as long as I’m on top, She can’t speak unless spoken to, No place for women at the pulpit, Men can’t learn from lesser beings. Flashback to four years old, The first time he was told, Homosexuals will burn eternally, Because they’re ******* He said God doesn’t love them, They’re an abomination to creation. Flashback to age twelve, Welcome to the USA, Export the Mexicans, Eliminate the rag heads, Burn the gays. Flashback to seventh grade, She left him for her, The hate talk convinced him, All gays were wrong always. Flashback to freshmen year, It was Halloween, Debate class in the morning, She was dressed as a nerd, But obviously that so wasn’t her, Because she was Iranian, He asked where her turban was, Said her outfit wasn’t complete without it. Flashback to the close-minded, conservatively, homeschooled child, Racism was as familiar as his father’s laugh, Sexism known like the scent of his mother’s casseroles, Ignorance was his bestfriend, And hate pumped through his veins. I don’t know if right wing racist remarks are forgivable, But the one he was bred to despise showed nothing but forgiveness. The Iranian girl shed tears, Which caused him to shed his foggy lens, For the first time, he saw his own sins, A joke rooted in hate hurt an innocent girl, An innocent tear hurt an ignorant boy, I am an ignorant boy, I felt her pain, I stabbed myself with shame, She befriended me, She forgave. Flawed people produced twisted identification, She isn’t the Iranian girl, Just a person. Mexican, black, dark skinned, or light, Christian, Atheist, Muslim, Left wing or right, Straight, gay, man, woman, Irrelevant. Mexican, black, dark skinned, or light, Christian, Atheist, Muslim, Left wing or right, Straight, gay, man, woman, Human.
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Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 3:01 PM UTC
Twisted Identification
Flashback to as far back as the mind goes, Masculinity is mighty and feminism is flawed, Man is right and woman is wrong, Boy is strong and girl is weak, I’m a gentleman as long as I’m on top, She can’t speak unless spoken to, No place for women at the pulpit, Men can’t learn from lesser beings. Flashback to four years old, The first time he was told, Homosexuals will burn eternally, Because they’re ******* He said God doesn’t love them, They’re an abomination to creation. Flashback to age twelve, Welcome to the USA, Export the Mexicans, Eliminate the rag heads, Burn the gays. Flashback to seventh grade, She left him for her, The hate talk convinced him, All gays were wrong always. Flashback to freshmen year, It was Halloween, Debate class in the morning, She was dressed as a nerd, But obviously that so wasn’t her, Because she was Iranian, He asked where her turban was, Said her outfit wasn’t complete without it. Flashback to the close-minded, conservatively, homeschooled child, Racism was as familiar as his father’s laugh, Sexism known like the scent of his mother’s casseroles, Ignorance was his bestfriend, And hate pumped through his veins. I don’t know if right wing racist remarks are forgivable, But the one he was bred to despise showed nothing but forgiveness. The Iranian girl shed tears, Which caused him to shed his foggy lens, For the first time, he saw his own sins, A joke rooted in hate hurt an innocent girl, An innocent tear hurt an ignorant boy, I am an ignorant boy, I felt her pain, I stabbed myself with shame, She befriended me, She forgave. Flawed people produced twisted identification, She isn’t the Iranian girl, Just a person. Mexican, black, dark skinned, or light, Christian, Atheist, Muslim, Left wing or right, Straight, gay, man, woman, Irrelevant. Mexican, black, dark skinned, or light, Christian, Atheist, Muslim, Left wing or right, Straight, gay, man, woman, Human.
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i just lamented a more complex version of this; i just cannot believe we denote the same thing in order to share an understanding of the same by denoting as such, but when acting we feel so differently about it; imagine the noun iran in the mouth of an american, then picture the verbs subsequent... then imagine the noun america in the mouth of an iranian, then picture the verbs subsequent: words hold as much emotion as actions discard, even though the actions are worded, and the words are almost imaginary when concerned with what iraq was when given belshazzar. i wonder if as many people would **** or die for the noun apple, as they do for allah - say the noun apple... apple apple apple long enough... will you get apple juice? well no, so if you keep on saying the noun allah allah... will that thing materialise? the imaginary atheistic sense of the word allah, is that humanity turned the noun allah into a verb of its own chosing due to man's free will, i.e., say allah casually over coffee, now say allah in jihad clothing... the same noun among diverse verbs... might as well invent a new grammatical category of nouns and verbs mingling... nouverbs... what noun invokes what action, consolidated in what are excesses of adjectives, given the quality of a life lived - the man who casually said the noun allah in a coffee shop in denmark managed to integrate into danish society and start up a newspaper... the man in syria who "casually" said the noun allah in a coffee shop in syria didn't manage the former... because his orientation of the noun changed the path of the sequence of nouns / beheaded nuns, since the cutting of the word verb, managed to craft non-verbum-ergo-actio. in defence of avoiding one’s own mortality, one speaks against one’s own death, thus one speaks with the enemy of the people one shares a life with, for a fake chance of the feeling of prolonging.
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
2nd imagism
i just lamented a more complex version of this; i just cannot believe we denote the same thing in order to share an understanding of the same by denoting as such, but when acting we feel so differently about it; imagine the noun iran in the mouth of an american, then picture the verbs subsequent... then imagine the noun america in the mouth of an iranian, then picture the verbs subsequent: words hold as much emotion as actions discard, even though the actions are worded, and the words are almost imaginary when concerned with what iraq was when given belshazzar. i wonder if as many people would **** or die for the noun apple, as they do for allah - say the noun apple... apple apple apple long enough... will you get apple juice? well no, so if you keep on saying the noun allah allah... will that thing materialise? the imaginary atheistic sense of the word allah, is that humanity turned the noun allah into a verb of its own chosing due to man's free will, i.e., say allah casually over coffee, now say allah in jihad clothing... the same noun among diverse verbs... might as well invent a new grammatical category of nouns and verbs mingling... nouverbs... what noun invokes what action, consolidated in what are excesses of adjectives, given the quality of a life lived - the man who casually said the noun allah in a coffee shop in denmark managed to integrate into danish society and start up a newspaper... the man in syria who "casually" said the noun allah in a coffee shop in syria didn't manage the former... because his orientation of the noun changed the path of the sequence of nouns / beheaded nuns, since the cutting of the word verb, managed to craft non-verbum-ergo-actio. in defence of avoiding one’s own mortality, one speaks against one’s own death, thus one speaks with the enemy of the people one shares a life with, for a fake chance of the feeling of prolonging.
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Brother Iran by Michael R. Burch Brother Iran, I feel your pain. I feel it as when the Turk fled Spain. As the Jew fled, too, that constricting span, I feel your pain, Brother Iran. Brother Iran, I know you are noble! I too fear Hiroshima and Chernobyl. But though my heart shudders, I have a plan, and I know you are noble, Brother Iran. Brother Iran, I salute your Poets! your Mathematicians!, all your great Wits! O, come join the earth’s great Caravan. We’ll include your Poets, Brother Iran. Brother Iran, I love your Verse! Come take my hand now, let’s rehearse the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. For I love your Verse, Brother Iran. Bother Iran, civilization’s Flower! How high flew your towers in man’s early hours! Let us build them yet higher, for that’s my plan, civilization’s first flower, Brother Iran. Published by MahMag (translated into Farsi by Mahnaz Badihian), Other Voices International, Thanal Online (India), Deviant Art, Portal Vapasin (Farsi). Keywords/Tags: Iran, Iranian, Farsi, Persia, Persian, brotherhood, culture, civilization, poetry, literature, poets, mathematicians, philosophers
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Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 3:06 AM UTC
Brother Iran
Etymologically, paradise is inherited from the Latin paradisus and the Greek paradeisos and ultimately an ancient Iranian root -- pairi daêza. In theory, paradise is a religious term. By that definition, paradise is a place in which existence is positive, harmonious and timeless. It is conceptually a counter-image of the miseries of human civilization; in paradise, there is only peace, prosperity, and happiness. It’s absurd, though, how we provide ourselves with such a convenient idea, a carrot for all mankind to share in our relentless drive towards death. It’s absurd that we must rely on such nonsensical ideals to inspire us to adhere to literal, arbitrarily-dictated morals. “Thou shalt not do things we say you probably shouldn’t. Except sometimes.” “Actually, whenever, as long as you feel bad about it and spend a moment kneeling quietly and thinking something along the lines of ‘So, like, sorry -- my bad. It won’t happen again, unless it does.’” The fundamental mistake here is attempting to delineate the existence of Man with an old book and relentless propaganda and childhood indoctrination and threats of post-mortem punishment, but more on topic -- why can’t one just live the right way without this kind of artificial motivation? It’s a juvenile concept that we’ve taken much too far. It marginalizes the human race -- “listen, Man, if you eat all your broccoli, then you can have dessert.” But what happens in this situation, when the dessert isn’t real? What I mean to say is that maybe you should eat your broccoli because it’s healthy, and because, besides what society has attempted to instill in you, it might actually be tasty if you give it a chance. Live for now. Care about people now. Because you don’t get anything afterwards; however cynical it may be, dessert is just a cold grave or a flame designed for whole incineration of your being. Paradise is now.
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
Broccoli
Etymologically, paradise is inherited from the Latin paradisus and the Greek paradeisos and ultimately an ancient Iranian root -- pairi daêza. In theory, paradise is a religious term. By that definition, paradise is a place in which existence is positive, harmonious and timeless. It is conceptually a counter-image of the miseries of human civilization; in paradise, there is only peace, prosperity, and happiness. It’s absurd, though, how we provide ourselves with such a convenient idea, a carrot for all mankind to share in our relentless drive towards death. It’s absurd that we must rely on such nonsensical ideals to inspire us to adhere to literal, arbitrarily-dictated morals. “Thou shalt not do things we say you probably shouldn’t. Except sometimes.” “Actually, whenever, as long as you feel bad about it and spend a moment kneeling quietly and thinking something along the lines of ‘So, like, sorry -- my bad. It won’t happen again, unless it does.’” The fundamental mistake here is attempting to delineate the existence of Man with an old book and relentless propaganda and childhood indoctrination and threats of post-mortem punishment, but more on topic -- why can’t one just live the right way without this kind of artificial motivation? It’s a juvenile concept that we’ve taken much too far. It marginalizes the human race -- “listen, Man, if you eat all your broccoli, then you can have dessert.” But what happens in this situation, when the dessert isn’t real? What I mean to say is that maybe you should eat your broccoli because it’s healthy, and because, besides what society has attempted to instill in you, it might actually be tasty if you give it a chance. Live for now. Care about people now. Because you don’t get anything afterwards; however cynical it may be, dessert is just a cold grave or a flame designed for whole incineration of your being. Paradise is now.
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''A few words of my soul to my heart'' O' Jamil what you seek is a sea of love and not tiny streams Waves of which will carry you to mystic craved dreams You will need the light of Shams⒈, a heart of Rumi⒉ the great And eyes of Iqbal⒊ to explore the love of divine that await O' Jamil be prepared to sink deep below in waters of love There is no reverting back thereafter to the world above You will fade away as small particles in this sacred sea Only then you will be intoxicated with essence of thee ✑ Notes:- ⒈ Shams, Shams-e-Tabrizi or Shams Al-Din Mohammad was a Iranian Sufi, mystic born in the city of Tabriz in Iranian Azerbaijan. ⒉ Jalal Ad-Din Muḥammad Balkhi also known as Jalal Ad-Din Muḥammad Rumi and popularly known as Mowlana but known to the English-speaking world simply as Rumi, he was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic. ⒊ Sir Muhammad Iqbal was a Persian and Urdu poet of Pakistan, philosopher and a politician who had great visions for humanity. ✒ ℐamil Hussain
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Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
S e a of L o v e ≋
Migrant refugee a place of temporary community is everything for The Afghan, Syrian, Iranian and Africans of all from the jungle they came, to The Jungle they go. A place to pass through hope to go over to Dover and beyond. Think so fond of the other side. Work, new life, peace and family they seek. On a journey to travel, men, women and kids flee from an evil chasing their race. They stare death in its face the whole way. To leave it all behind in hope to find that which is true. Some French help, some unsure, others come from afar to serve and ask "What can I do?" to find there is nothing but to see. Some pray and some say "I will not stay" after months of waiting to leave with no more tricks in their sleeve, oh Lord when will they believe in this Jesus who sets all free.
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
Calais Jungle
Where were you when I was growing up? You were in college getting A's while I was getting D's in science class in the 5th grade. I remember asking if you wanted to draw with me and you never had the "time" 10 minutes out of your ******* busy day to spend with your CHILD. yeah, I understand bringing food to the table is important and your brain wasn't fully developed until 25 but, where were you? I loved that computer. Oh, AOL 5.0, talking to strangers, going into lesbian chats, looking at naked pictures of women. I appreciated when you paid attention to me when I would wear the same underwear and pants weeks straight. It was amazing that you noticed I never used to take my Ritalin and that I would hide it under my tongue and then stick it in a mug under my ****** twin bed. I've had 8 cats during my lifetime? Do you remember April that cat, that siamese cat, our 5 cats? What was up with having so many **** CATS? I loved watching nickolodeon and nick at nite. Cat dog all day with 5 kittens in our lovely apartment. LOVED having your now "husbands" nephew trying to have *** with me when I was like 11 and he was 18. The moths were fun.....fancied smelling like moth ***** during school! I loved taking baths only because we had no shower head. Filling up a plastic cup with water to be able to wash my hair was my favorite. I loved when you threw a hair dryer at me. Digging your stupid fake nails into my skin, not sure what I did "wrong" then but that was always the best treatment, CHILD. My favorite was when you helped with my homework. Loved when you threatened that you would "tie a rope around my neck" and that you hated me. Loved eating raviolis and getting 2 chicken sandwiches from Mcdonalds. Oh, 4 mini burgers and fries from Whitecastle after going to Marshalls was my favorite. That guy, that assyrian, iranian guy that owned Carvel and was 20 years older than you...I loved when he used to let me go outside alone the condos when I was 3. Loved when he'd force me to where overalls and ugly clothes in elementary school. Being forced to go to an Assyrian church every sunday was the best!
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Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
Where were you? A Child and a CHILD.
Where were you when I was growing up? You were in college getting A's while I was getting D's in science class in the 5th grade. I remember asking if you wanted to draw with me and you never had the "time" 10 minutes out of your ******* busy day to spend with your CHILD. yeah, I understand bringing food to the table is important and your brain wasn't fully developed until 25 but, where were you? I loved that computer. Oh, AOL 5.0, talking to strangers, going into lesbian chats, looking at naked pictures of women. I appreciated when you paid attention to me when I would wear the same underwear and pants weeks straight. It was amazing that you noticed I never used to take my Ritalin and that I would hide it under my tongue and then stick it in a mug under my ****** twin bed. I've had 8 cats during my lifetime? Do you remember April that cat, that siamese cat, our 5 cats? What was up with having so many **** CATS? I loved watching nickolodeon and nick at nite. Cat dog all day with 5 kittens in our lovely apartment. LOVED having your now "husbands" nephew trying to have *** with me when I was like 11 and he was 18. The moths were fun.....fancied smelling like moth ***** during school! I loved taking baths only because we had no shower head. Filling up a plastic cup with water to be able to wash my hair was my favorite. I loved when you threw a hair dryer at me. Digging your stupid fake nails into my skin, not sure what I did "wrong" then but that was always the best treatment, CHILD. My favorite was when you helped with my homework. Loved when you threatened that you would "tie a rope around my neck" and that you hated me. Loved eating raviolis and getting 2 chicken sandwiches from Mcdonalds. Oh, 4 mini burgers and fries from Whitecastle after going to Marshalls was my favorite. That guy, that assyrian, iranian guy that owned Carvel and was 20 years older than you...I loved when he used to let me go outside alone the condos when I was 3. Loved when he'd force me to where overalls and ugly clothes in elementary school. Being forced to go to an Assyrian church every sunday was the best!
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Every night, If you'll look closely enough at the sky, You could see the thousands of Iranian children silently, Walking trough the minefield, With plastic keys hanging from their necks that were promised to bring them to paradise, When the mines will explode.
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
Plastic Keys To Paradise
In life where you faded away And I think of every day With your smile so bright You still linger near and In my heart forever you'll stay. Do not believe the corporate media about Israel hitting nuclear sites. They are intentionally targeting residential buildings killing innocent people (like always). A child killed this beautiful young Poet killed Israel owns the media.
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Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 3:48 AM UTC
Parnia Abbasi Iranian Poet
i grew up with no daddy, he left when i was 3, random men here and there helpin' out, barely had a momma, she was in college and couldn't pay attention to me, then when i was 11, moved in with an iranian guy they got married in court and he was pronounced my "step dad" he was verbally abusive and ocd didn't give me love, wasn't like a father and my mother was in her own little world technically i was parent-less? i have issues.
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Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 5:10 PM UTC
Growing up
Iran will strike A United States ship will be brought down Israel will strike Iranian forces in Syria Damascus will be a ruinous heap Just as Isaiah 17:1 says Poor clueless people America will never be great again Economic collapse is on the horizon Internal strife and jihadists will cause chaos The trigger event is not far away Donald will dance for the 8th king of Babylon Donald will dance for the antichrist Obama Donald will dance for his Jesuit masters Trump will divide Israel The Lord God Almighty will divide America Russia and China prepare for war The servant of the Lord told Dumitru Dudman "America is a modern day ***** and Gomorrah." The Lord will strike the nations For his judgements are righteous and true
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 2:47 PM UTC
It Is Only A Matter Of Time
Yasna 28, Verse 6 by Zarathustra/Zoroaster loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Lead us to pure thought and truth by your sacred word and long-enduring assistance, O, eternal Giver of the gifts of righteousness. O, wise Lord, grant us spiritual strength and joy; help us overcome our enemies’ enmity! Translator’s Note: The Gathas consist of 17 hymns believed to have been composed by Zarathustra (Zoroaster), whose compositions may date as far back as 1700 BC, although there is no scholarly consensus as to when he lived. These hymns form the core of the Zoroastrian liturgy called the Yasna. The language employed, Gathic or Old Avestan, is related to the proto-Indo-Iranian and proto-Iranian languages and to Vedic Sanskrit. The Oxford Dictionary of Philosophy deems Zoroaster to have been the first philosopher. Zoroaster has also been called the father of ethics, the first rationalist and the first monotheist. In the original texts, Ahura Mazda means “wise Lord” or “Lord of Wisdom” while Vohuman/Vohu Manah represents pure thought and righteousness and Asha represents truth. Angra Mainyu was the chief evil entity, a precursor of Satan. Keywords/Tags: Zarathustra, Zoroaster, Yasna, Gathas, Avestan, mrbtr, Spiritual, Prayer, God, Righteousness, Holiness, Purity, Grace, Protection
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Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 12:45 AM UTC
Zarathustra/Zoroaster translation Yasna 28 Verse 6
Left is as little as right is as much when ability to see is as blind man to touch For the daft run in circles as smart jump oblique and obsequious wander as clever must seek, Why a truckers rage mows the worshippers down in a white synagogue in the quiet part of town And Iranian guns in a mad Houti’s hand guarantees the Saudi’s bomb Yemen’s dry sand. Why, oh why do whites fear the black? Must the caravan die as Trump turns it back? Is insanity born or acquired on the way and is there an Ap that reverses the play? Why in this life is the way of the world as manic, confused as contortion, unfurled? Left is as little as right is as much when ability to see is as blind man to touch For daft run in circles as smart jump oblique and obsequious snore as the rest of us weep. M. 1 November 2018
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC
Jumping oblique
He was sitting behind me in a resteraunt Alone Engrossed in a book An Iranian author A set of essays He was nice to the waiter A foreign accent, a tattoo of the sea and bright red hair A candle created shadows on his face I turned around I like to explore unknown territory He held out his phone Out of place in the context of his person Perhaps that's why he hasn't made any more contact Like the fleeting patterns on his skin on a cold city night
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
Fleeting Encounter
In 55 Bukowski wrote of severed ***** while Rosa Parks decided not to sit in the back. Not a hacksaw but a rusty tin can. Can you imagine? Here's a true story, mind you I was negative thirty three years young then when Emmett Till was killed. "In God We Trust" Fifty four years later Iranian protesters shot, the King of Pop drops dead. If they knew it then, Elvis would have had to do more than just shake his hips While Eisenhower played pocket pool in line at McDonald's, true stories fluttered from feather pens turning page into prose page.
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Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 9:29 PM UTC
True Story
fwoah again advises that unless your family have lived in england for the last 300 years you are not allowed to live in britain unless you are the following chinese irish scot welsh french indigenous  english arab indian japan singapore indonesia italian spanish all african persian iranian australian usa south american canada phoenetian all europe as long as over 300 years in britain the following are not welcome and must leave german mafia Brazilian mafia pakistani mafia norwegian mafia portugese mafia and newzealand mafia
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Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 2:07 PM UTC
immigration
WE WERE HEADING TOWARDS BEIJING AS I SIPPED MY DRINK, I KNEW THAT THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG FASTER THAN YOU THINK, A YOUNG IRANIAN WAS STANDING UP BRANDISHING A KNIFE, WHEN THAT HAPPENS - YOU IMMEDIATELY FEAR FOR YOUR LIFE; ALSO AN OLDER MIDDLE EASTERN MAN WAS UP IN THE FRONT OF THE PLANE, WE WERE CIMBING - I WONDERED IF I'D SEE MY FRIENDS AGAIN, THE AIR SEEMED THIN BUT NO MASKS DROPPED FROM THE CEILING, PEOPLE STRUGGLING FOR BREATH - EVEN THE MIDDLE EASTERN MAN WAS KNEELING, THR PLANE SEEMED TO TURN AND STARTED TO DROP IN HEIGHT, SO LOW OVER THE MAINLAND - YOU COULD SEE LIGHT, THEN THERE WAS ANOTHER TURN AND WE BEGAN TO CLIMB, SUDDENLY THE CO-PILOT APPEARED, SHOUTING: 'THERE'S BEEN A CRIME,' INTO HIS MOBILE PHONE BUT WOULD ANYONE HEAR HIM SO FAR AWAY? THOSE WHO COULD STILL BREATHE BEGAN TO PRAY.
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC
MISSING
American singers, Australian cinemas, love, court, Islamic love and titanium home theater, including embassies and carpets, stones, trees and waves, women and tourists in the United States. Contemporary and modern styles The best way to find a city is to ask for a city. Some Jewish knights are in the tomb. In the United States, Kenya's first dog and dog-cats, Eric Generator, powerful weapons, red and red, red and green, four musicians, four Iranian students are complex and friendly, but Latin and Latin. They tell women about terrorism stories and know how strong the power and value of the world, their fingerprint, their control, and how they fit in the world's lowest daily quotation. My first name is first, first, first. 1. When he sees Joseph, he looks and falls. At the end of the four titles, we read about the most popular animals of all ages. Another source of information is Kangra Mata, Galgia Girl, Red, Kenya, Toy Toys, Nature Nature, Italy, 200 ocean Odias. Yank Power Women Love Australia 1; Justin and the United States Tourists, singers, musicians, and Americans do not protect famous pro waves like the oceans, stones, trees and ACL waves. "It supports cats and dogs in the night and in the United States at night." RV, all major weapons, red, green and very modern, chest and green, other friends, clothes and other friends. Latin American cats talk about hatred and fires, and like Einstein, Einstein, Vitamin A and Einstein, Einstein has about 100 deaths in Canada, source, gang and red brain in Einstein, but his overall strategy and security It is the same as e-US Greece and Latin America have repeatedly condemned the Greek people. This issue has been successful in training Robotics design in Indonesia such as Pittsburgh and John, Agni, Fire or Pier. Red Rings Red Rings Red Rings Red Rings Red Rings. The pictures of the red rings robot can be seen in a long, deliberate crisis. Near Kenya, he shot a photo of Yokati's 4487/5000. Australia blamed United States for failure to check United States, Kentucky, Esther Aldon, and Los Angeles, Australia and Australian for more than 13 hours. This is my love for my life in this country.
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
The Uk - This is my love [Red Rings]
American singers, Australian cinemas, love, court, Islamic love and titanium home theater, including embassies and carpets, stones, trees and waves, women and tourists in the United States. Contemporary and modern styles The best way to find a city is to ask for a city. Some Jewish knights are in the tomb. In the United States, Kenya's first dog and dog-cats, Eric Generator, powerful weapons, red and red, red and green, four musicians, four Iranian students are complex and friendly, but Latin and Latin. They tell women about terrorism stories and know how strong the power and value of the world, their fingerprint, their control, and how they fit in the world's lowest daily quotation. My first name is first, first, first. 1. When he sees Joseph, he looks and falls. At the end of the four titles, we read about the most popular animals of all ages. Another source of information is Kangra Mata, Galgia Girl, Red, Kenya, Toy Toys, Nature Nature, Italy, 200 ocean Odias. Yank Power Women Love Australia 1; Justin and the United States Tourists, singers, musicians, and Americans do not protect famous pro waves like the oceans, stones, trees and ACL waves. "It supports cats and dogs in the night and in the United States at night." RV, all major weapons, red, green and very modern, chest and green, other friends, clothes and other friends. Latin American cats talk about hatred and fires, and like Einstein, Einstein, Vitamin A and Einstein, Einstein has about 100 deaths in Canada, source, gang and red brain in Einstein, but his overall strategy and security It is the same as e-US Greece and Latin America have repeatedly condemned the Greek people. This issue has been successful in training Robotics design in Indonesia such as Pittsburgh and John, Agni, Fire or Pier. Red Rings Red Rings Red Rings Red Rings Red Rings. The pictures of the red rings robot can be seen in a long, deliberate crisis. Near Kenya, he shot a photo of Yokati's 4487/5000. Australia blamed United States for failure to check United States, Kentucky, Esther Aldon, and Los Angeles, Australia and Australian for more than 13 hours. This is my love for my life in this country.
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Ancient Georgian ghosts be led King Vakhtang intracranial seer Saw what was inside your head Caucuses he found and ruled Iberian Legions Of The Dead You a falcon as his guide Pheasant torn in two by talons Ability to plan future by glide Vision of a challenge to balance Gripping what mind shan’t hide Persia rips upon fortress strong Anatolian wars come hither Goes on and on centuries long Great cultures die in dither Indecisive waves; washing wrong “Wolf head” King Vakhtang Gorgasali Ghoul and canonized orthodox saint Knows plight Sassanid Iranian hegemony And history will continue further taint This Rose Revolution remit cacophony
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
Oracle Of Tbilisi
Nedā You died in protest in Iran. Āghā-Soltān age 26. Your death caught on camera. In the wrong place at the wrong time. Sent around the world. Condemning the Iranian government led by the mad man Ahmadinejabd. Your fellow country people said they were called your name. We are Nedā. Your death was one of the most witnessed in history due to television and the internet. Human Rights Watch said: "She was a philosophy student who was a bystander to the protests when she was shot in the chest on Kargar Street. At the time of the shooting, Āghā-Soltān was not actively protesting, according to her relatives and eyewitnesses. She had been travelling in a private car stuck in traffic several kilometres from the main protests at Azadi Square, and had just stepped out of the car. Numerous witnesses have stated that there were no active clashes between protesters and security forces in the area where she was shot." Your years of study over, stolen by an assassin's bullet. Unable to live your life, follow your dreams and contribute to life. But in death, you Nedā, won't be forgotten. You stand for freedom, life and against tyranny. Music was your love, you never did play your new piano. Stolen by that evil bullet allegedly fired by Abbās Kārgar Jāvid, member of the Basij militia. Symbolizing the people versus the government in the disputed election. Government authorities denied you a proper funeral and a ban on collective prayers after your ****** threatening your family if they mourned you. Evil actions by an evil government, like ****** or Stalin's evil way. Nothing but brutality. You Nedā are the opposite of that.
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
Nedā
Nedā You died in protest in Iran. Āghā-Soltān age 26. Your death caught on camera. In the wrong place at the wrong time. Sent around the world. Condemning the Iranian government led by the mad man Ahmadinejabd. Your fellow country people said they were called your name. We are Nedā. Your death was one of the most witnessed in history due to television and the internet. Human Rights Watch said: "She was a philosophy student who was a bystander to the protests when she was shot in the chest on Kargar Street. At the time of the shooting, Āghā-Soltān was not actively protesting, according to her relatives and eyewitnesses. She had been travelling in a private car stuck in traffic several kilometres from the main protests at Azadi Square, and had just stepped out of the car. Numerous witnesses have stated that there were no active clashes between protesters and security forces in the area where she was shot." Your years of study over, stolen by an assassin's bullet. Unable to live your life, follow your dreams and contribute to life. But in death, you Nedā, won't be forgotten. You stand for freedom, life and against tyranny. Music was your love, you never did play your new piano. Stolen by that evil bullet allegedly fired by Abbās Kārgar Jāvid, member of the Basij militia. Symbolizing the people versus the government in the disputed election. Government authorities denied you a proper funeral and a ban on collective prayers after your ****** threatening your family if they mourned you. Evil actions by an evil government, like ****** or Stalin's evil way. Nothing but brutality. You Nedā are the opposite of that.
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i came here to write, not play iSpy with turtles in the duck-crap encrusted, man-made lake of the park i grew up going to i came here to tell a story. the story about the way your eyes were in between green and brown and how i always told you they were very ugly because hatred and love-written-in-Times New Roman-and-printed-then-ripped-to-shreds were your only two emotions (but we were in seventh grade then and i actually didn't say any of that because i actually thought you were perfection manifested into the form of a bowl-cut haired Iranian boy) i came here to paint the walls of your room sanguine instead of Southern sky blue (it's blood, not paint (that's why i'm laughing)) and tattoo words i don't know the definition to all over your inner thighs (i'll use my mouth if you want, even though i already told you i wasn't here to fool around) actually, i came here to tell you that i love you
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Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
This is What I Came Here to Do
I've heard it said once. I've heard it said twice. I've heard it said a third time. Told to me, a fourth. Said by a Ghanese. Said by a mother from Greece. Said by an Ethopian. Said by a man also Iranian. Are you from Somalia? Bist du von Marokko? Kommen Sie aus Eritrea? Are you from Ethopia? From Indonesia? Nay. Ich komme aus den USA. Aus Amerika. "But America is better than here." Where in America do you come from?, I'm asked sometimes. Washington. Why are you here? To live here. "But America is better than here." This is what they've heard. So this is what they think. ​This is what she's been told. So this is what she believes. This is what Lady Liberty says. So this is what he knows. This is what the land of the free and the home of the brave, the land of opportunity preaches. So this is what they understand. This is what those living the American dream said. So this is what many believe. ​"But America is better than here." It depends on how you look at it. It depends on what's important to you. What you value. When you say better, what do you mean by better? "But America is better than here." In some ways, yes.  In some ways, no. Every land has its' up sides and its' down sides. Besuchen Sie oder bleiben Sie hier? Ich bin hier bleiben. Germany ist gut. Es gibt gute und nicht gute Dinge über Germany. "But America is better than here." I know why I've chosen to live in Germany. There are a number of reasons. "But America is better than here."
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC
"But America is better than here."