Halima you are from Darfur not Las Vegas

Undoubtedly, I have a strong desire to file a lawsuit for defamation, slander and disparagement against the citizen Halima Siddiq Mohammed Nur on behalf of the mustachioed individual, who was accused of raping Halima without her providing evidence to support her claims, since in our religion there is no text about {And if the raped woman is asked}.

In addition, it is by far easier to prove the moon’s cleft asunder than to prove adultery, if rape is regarded as similar enough to adultery to be considered from the same family, then where did Halima get the four witnesses who saw that mustachioed stallion dipping his pen in that inkwell ? And let us not forget that we are from a nation of {Refuse to share their beds (forsake them)}, and from a nation of {Then discipline (lightly strike) them} and let us not forget that we are from a nation of a wife and three more on standby.

The attempt to imitate Trump’s scandals in our media by trying to liken the mustachioed stallion Abdel Fattah to him is strange to our culture because our history bears witness, and our history is full of rape since the time of raids and invasions until today, so why so surprised?

Ethics are part of the human being and are an indivisible whole, but with religions’ expansion, ethics have been transformed through their texts into something resembling traffic signs, hence ethics have been limited to behavior exclusively, producing a culture that has assassinated ethics. This explains what we are witnessing in the absence of any sense of humanity as an absolute being when it comes to Islamic Movements, as the tendency toward brutality has eliminated the moral tendency in their being.

We aim to confirm that sex is not a subject we ultimately care about, but what matters to us is that the mustachioed man is still determined to displace and uproot our people, in addition to starving them, destroying their homes, killing them, and burning them in buses without consenting to a ceasefire even once throughout the duration of this ordeal.

He maneuvers and dodges and has taken upon himself the task of completing the journeys that Sinbad failed to undertake in his time. He is jumping between countries like a monkey from one tree to another with one goal in mind: either float or ruin. Either the bearded Ali Karti and his Islamic group restore their honor or there will be total ruin. This is the equation, O Halima, you can bite down on your wound, sleep quietly and that’s all.