In my restless dreams I see him as my brother. Forever, and true.

cause it became iconic due to me using it for so long, but thanks for your input cupcake

Old pfp was better

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Next time before posting highly sensitive content, think again cause this chat box here was supposed to be a place where people of the book get to know each other and create great friendships and alliances, namely between orthodox and muslim types.

This loathsome comment of yours for sure isn't going to help in this agenda, thereby I plead you to restrain yourself in disclosing destructive scenarios of this kind in the future.

Godbless and may peace be with you.

Brother Nazif and I were returning to the subway from the mosque, from the evening prayer. In the car, two ruskies did not want to give us their seats, or rather they got up too slowly, for this we shanked them, these ruskies squealed like pigs, choking on blood. The rest of the Rusnya, like a herd of frightened rams, huddled together at the far end of the carriage and were even afraid to look in our direction. But, one old gray-haired rusnya, hung with orders and medals, probably a veteran, tried to say something, but brother Nazif threw him on the floor, and we kicked him in the stomach for a long time until he began to pump blood directly onto his orders. When the train stopped, all Rusnya ran out to the platform in horror, and my brother and I calmly drove to our hostel in an empty carriage, hurling orders and medals cut from the jacket of a ragged veteran at the arriving Russians. Allahu Akbar !!!