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MasterHaider
u/MasterHaider
Al Salam Alaykum Brothers and Sisters.
I recently joined a subreddit called r/antitheistcheesecake; this subreddit prides itself on being anti-extremists, viewing everything with logic, and is moderated by moderators who apparently "touch grass." Unfortunately, they also have a discord server that is highly biased against the Shias due to the Sunni presence. This made it clear to me that the internet is flooded by Sunnis blinded by and spreading hate towards the shia.
I recently was engaged in a discussion regarding taking an oath by other than Allah. When I presented proof as to why swearing by other than Allah is permissible, one
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Here I fear the time may come-
When I will be not awesome
Sad I am for that may be
But a tragedy that very will be…
It all began a year ago
When I was -a little- shallow
Thought the world I could conquer
Deloused by my big ego
Working hard not I do
Hardly working that I do
Do this, not that I heard before
A winning champ I am no more
Prestigious schools, my parents sent me
Thinking a doctor, I will be
Curing patients who are sickly
And treating them with honesty
Or an engineer who will possibly
Build skyscrapers in a valley-
Who rich and famous there will lay…
I am a living failure, that I fear
Won’t live up to the s
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Freinds...
What are we without them?
Empty shells with phones and a modem
We with them are a studed totem
And that is just my theorem.
Days fly and go by
Like they are a blink of an eye
We had fun and played
We had jolly times
Until we had to say our goodbyes
Crying the nights,
Eating the bites,
Unfought fights,
Untaken routes,
And unsung flutes,
Just because there was harmony between our tunes.
Beautiful, yet dangerous, that is.
Worth it! Because of life tis a basis
And not tis, because of him we are in aegis.
That is because we are of high status.
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The mother to the child gives birth.
And the child is nothing worth.
After the hour fourth.
He is nothing without a lot of girth.
On the finger a simple blood leak.
Can lead to a huge heartbreak.
A Lot of care and a lot of girth is needed in the first week.
Out of his crib he hardly peaks.
To look at the worker that loudly speaks.
A little child like a little freak.
His nose, like a little beak.
Comes the fourth year.
With that needed was a lot of gear.
Goes to the papers and there he tears.
His father hits him with a heavy swear.
Up stares he crawls, and sheds a pool of tears.
He, the nothing he always fears.
Days come and go by.
A
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Our friends away far have gone-
And we from them (too) have gone
Messages know not where begin they do-
Or messages they are exist not do
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