كم طفلا يجب أن يقتل حتى يتحرك المسلمون؟ اليوم بلغوا قرابة ال300

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لو أن 300 طفل يهودي قتل لكنا شبعنا قتلا و قصفا من حاملات الطائرات الأمريكية منذ زمن بعيد و لكانت جيوش الحلفاء تخوض في أراضي المسلمين و لكان حكامنا يقدمون الولاء و العزاء... كيف هان علينا إخواننا إلى هذا الحد؟

بلغ بنا الأمر أن يتفوق الغرب علينا بتضحياته رغم كونه على الباطل...أين تضحياتنا
دفاعا عن إخواننا و أراضينا و دماء المسلمين...إيييه هزلت...ه

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