Let me ask you, Mohammed, and no one, Mohammed VI, who claims that you are the protector of the homeland. What do you think of an official who wakes up in the morning from his sleep, eating what is haraam or resolving for him, between al-Jawari and al-Khashiyeh? And perhaps before the sun rises, because of a simple hospital demand, the student is sentenced to the right, by unfair judgment, in the name of the official that is prosecuting that powder with twenty years window ..
I know that this story will not appeal to you, and this is not my business in any case, I do not exceed even if you absorb it or not, I learn why .. ?? Because the truth is a chasm, the truth is a chasm in the throat of the oppressor, and you know as we know that your wrongdoing is at home and wrong, and that all that matters to me is to utter a right word. I will be honored in a country that has no honor, From a citizen led by the curse of the Lord to the place where the curses, do you sleep at night with all the rest .. ?? Can you eat your luxury food without feeling the pain of conscience, but I asked you yourself a day, the moment you eat, if Darwish finds his family or he spends the dry bread, you asked yourself, why the people of the countryside protest .. ?? Did you dare even to ask them, did you close their news closely, did you do what the duty dictated to you, or did you breastfeed your mother's breast, and satiated from your father, Tzammart and Moulay Al-Sherif?
You know, O Muhammad, the difference between Abdul-Nabi and your son Al-Hasan. The difference is only in the curse of destiny. He led the Prophet to the land of the marshes, and he saw a good measure that led Hassan to where you were. The Lord was able to change the fate, even if he wanted to do so, but he did not want what he wanted. You are in the language of force and the sword of a sword, then the circumstances would remain as they are now, and Hassan would protest in the alleys of the streets, screaming in the fullness of his throat, asking for his rightful right. But your son is not the only one who gave birth to a free woman. Even our children gave birth to mothers, , And from the same hometown ..
It happens that I love my country, but it humiliates the dervishes, defeats the sick and the weak, and tortures those who are stuck in it, imprisoning the children and killing them with dignity. The thieves of black bags, I have no choice but to touch my penis with my hand to repent to the happiness of your unclean country,
And the homeland Lee Kissgin children and Kifai loots of looting, and as a guide to the Constitution, which is not covered by an atom of it, God ignites the whimper this time from me ... Oak Bay .. @
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