Barbad farahani
Dienstag, 19. Juli 2022
آقا مجتبی، نکنه تو هم!؟ جون من، تو هم!؟
Keine Kommentare:
Kommentar veröffentlichen
Neuerer Post
Älterer Post
Startseite
Abonnieren
Kommentare zum Post (Atom)
This idea for the book came from my limited sympathy for Mr. Ghadafi. He had heard and experienced something from the old days, but in the end Sarkozy said to his country: whoever calls him scum is not scum, whoever describes Ghadafi as unworthy is himself worthy of life. And look, North Africa is still suffering, and is sending more refugees who are welcomed to the French borders with tea and honey as worthy of life.
In the 70s at the age of 24, my uncle DAVOOD bought a house with two floors and a yard in southern Tehran, through bookselling and antiques trading, his knowledge was unlimited, it started: he smokes opium, he smokes heroin, he is addicted , he is a bad person. Ultimately it was all because of this: no one in the family had a son like Davood. nobody is from our tribe. all were poor until the age of 50 or until today
Son of the bitch in Iran, has become an organizer too with the Iranian government, instead of reducing this fascist country to powder after 25 years of holocaust secret camera system, Iran blackmails Austria to continue the action. That is also the reason why I am alive, Dirty fucking luck in a dirty fucking miserable situation
Keine Kommentare:
Kommentar veröffentlichen