Mother of Eleven & her heart-broken Son.
My blessed Mother was robbed by her own devilish sons and daughters, kidnapped and stolen from me by other members of the family, poisoned and tortured, dumped in a dying home, given pork to eat, prevented from dressing like a proper Muslimah as she used to do all her life, and martyred by Devil spawn miscreants and Satans!
I just heard, a few minutes ago, at 23:00, today, Thursday 11th of January 2018, that my mother passed away. This does not affect me in the least given all the pain I suffered at her hands since my twenties, and at the hands of my father, as well as at the hands of my other siblings, and some of my cousins, nephews, and nieces!
I was born in an accursed and degenerate family!
As I know there is no after-life, my mother is gone for good.
Let the kidnappers bury her and cry over her death!
SHE ALREADY RESTS IN PEACE!
This is the way we all will end sooner or later. Of course, I will follow her soon, but it is a question of how and when!
BAFS
P.S. So, no condolences, please, as I do not give a damn, except from my old friend Satan, of course!
THE MOTHER
When your mother has grown older,
When her dear, faithful eyes
no longer see life as they once did,
When her feet, grown tired,
No longer want to carry her as she walks -
When her dear, faithful eyes
no longer see life as they once did,
When her feet, grown tired,
No longer want to carry her as she walks -
Then lend her your arm in support,
Escort her with happy pleasure.
The hour will come when, weeping, you
Must accompany her on her final walk.
Escort her with happy pleasure.
The hour will come when, weeping, you
Must accompany her on her final walk.
And if she asks you something,
Then give her an answer.
And if she asks again, then speak!
And if she asks yet again, respond to her,
Not impatiently, but with gentle calm.
Then give her an answer.
And if she asks again, then speak!
And if she asks yet again, respond to her,
Not impatiently, but with gentle calm.
And if she cannot understand you properly
Explain all to her happily.
The hour will come, the bitter hour,
When her mouth asks for nothing more.
Explain all to her happily.
The hour will come, the bitter hour,
When her mouth asks for nothing more.
-Adolf Hitler, 1923
MIKE KING
SATAN
WELL, my dear old companion and friend Basheer, I just read your Godless and heartless note about your beloved mother having finally joined the elements never to return again. Yes, I saw how unmoved you were at the news because for you she died a long time ago.
(to be continued)