My dear homeland, I hope you understand what I am about to write to you… I will leave you with the first opportunity, a one-way journey with no return. Not because I hate you, nor because I do not love you, but because the narrow-minded people within you call themselves the people, having become devoid of even a shred of honor or morality. A people that has nothing to do with civilization, whose ideological fanaticism surpasses all expectations. They are a group of morally corrupt slaves who cannot distinguish between Islam and anyone who deviates from the customs of their sect, branding everyone who disagrees with them as an enemy of religion. Therefore, I will leave you, and there will be no return for me, because your people do not deserve it. Thank you, my homeland, and may God forgive you, sons of the homeland. Palestine🤢.

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peace 🕊️

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The life of a young Palestinian man looking for work online 🙄.

I only know Mbappe from the team 😂.

We are but souls awaiting our appointed time, so let us live in peace 🙏 .

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كاريزما ترهب الاعداء 👀.

1mo

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There is no quiet in the quiet, as you imagine🕊️.

I try to be a little athletic 🙄.

I declare my profound hatred for this environment, for these people to whom I belong geographically but whom I am so unlike as human beings, and for this society where I have found nothing but backwardness and cruelty. They have burdened me with their ignorance, aging me a million years beyond my true age, and forced me to wear cruelty as a shield against their daily attacks. They have robbed me of the peace of my days and my tranquility, and tried to assassinate my innate nature and the kindness of my heart, which they have never understood. But despite this surrounding devastation, I am not one of them, and I never will be. And despite what this environment has done to me, I still believe that I am not obligated to become like it. It is enough for me to carry what remains of myself and move away from everything that has extinguished something within me, towards a life where I can be myself, surrounded by people who reflect my heart and mind.

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Fairouz and the service, good morning 🌅. 7:00 AM .

45/45 😎 Is there any competition??

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Money talks 😺.

Twenty years from now... you will search your memory just as a drowning person gasps for a final breath, and you will discover that the days you once thought ordinary were far too precious to be lived in haste. You will yearn for this time of your life—not because it was perfect, but because it was the spring you passed through without ever pausing to admire its blossoms. You will realize that time was not merely passing; it was stripping away the green leaves of your soul, leaving behind nothing but what is preserved in memory. You will realize, too late, that the dreams you postponed were dimming their lights night after night, waiting for your return; and that the faces whose presence you took for granted were blessings slipping through your fingers like water through trembling hands. Twenty years from now... You will not wish for more money, a larger home, or greater fame. You will wish only for one more minute of this life—to return to these days and live them with a heart that truly knows their worth before they turn into nostalgia. For time does not steal our lives... It steals our ability to perceive their beauty until they have already become memories.

I swear by the One who made oaths sacred, and by the One who raised the heavens and the earth, that one day I shall become someone whom neither kin nor stranger truly knows. I will be sharp as a sword: To those who grasp me with force, I shall inflict pain with force; To those who hold me gently, I shall respond with gentleness. I will undergo a profound transformation; I will leave self-destruction behind and open my eyes to my present life, Turning away from the delusions that have long consumed me.

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I am Nidal Twenty years old Single Unemployed by life My hobbies are hanging by a thread, postponing today's work until tomorrow, and cursing Arab rulers every morning. I love Monica Bellucci and lips no one has tasted, and the voice of Umm Kulthum knocking on my window every morning like a mischievous child. I don't like possibilities, and I dislike guessing, so I hate those to whom I give my complete clarity, only to have them begrudge me an answer. What impact would the death of someone like me have? One less Parliament cigarette smoker, one less baggy-dresser, one less Che Guevara and Ghassan Kanafani fan, the widowhood of doors untouched by anything but the wind, the dryness of lips kissed only by coffee cups, the desolation of paths trodden only by beasts, a decrease in oxygen consumption, and a very slight decrease in population density. I am Nidal. I run, carrying on my shoulders twenty years from which life has given me nothing but farewell waves, days that repeat themselves, and bad memories.

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For the first time, without mistakes and at a beginner level 👍.

Fact :

Hello World ☕️ .

1mo

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