miya
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Oh how I hope to be present the day he finds her in front of the gates of Paradise with her running to his arms again as she was ripped away from him in Palestine. To watch him open her eyes and kiss them and grieve for her as he calls her “the soul of my soul” after she was murdered by a tyrant with no soul. The people of Gaza are too good for this world.
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