THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT AND POLITICAL STRUGGLE!

An Apple a day could get you expelled from the Square”

The story of forbidden fruit as old as humans, Adam and Eve had eaten all sorts of fruits in heaven, grapes, citrons, figs, pomegranates, and olives. However, the apple was the forbidden one, although the apple wasn’t mentioned in the Torah, Bible, and Quran. According to The Quran, fruits are gifts from God and a natural staple food for humans. The Apple wasn’t the issue; Adam was expelled from heaven for disobeying god’s order, not to eat from the tree. Even after repentance and asking for forgiveness, Adam was expelled from heaven anyway, disobeying a divine order is not something you sniff at. Now in our modern time, in our secular heaven, where fruits become forbidden, and can get you expelled from the promised land.
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HOW THE WEST WAS LOST!!

Now the presidential election debate is over, the circus has folded its tents, the clowns are back to their miserable lives, Trump is back at court defending and trying to stay out of jail, and Biden is back to his political coma trying to stay alive. I didn’t watch the debate closely, for mental health reasons, but I learned that none of them talked about the Israeli Genocide in Gaza and the almost 50,000 killed Palestinians. Trump used Palestinian as a slur, in the debate the convicted felon Ex president said that the President has “become like a Palestinian, but they don’t like him because he’s a very bad Palestinian;” Biden or the host of the debate didn’t contest or reject the degrading of a group of people by Trump.
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A POSTCARD TO MY FATHER

The brilliance of an average man!
Americans would spend almost $30 billion on Father’s Day. Mostly spent on greeting cards and other gifts. Americans would outsource their emotion to Hallmarks and gift cards. This litter is my gift to my dad, who passed away in the eighties. I was born in a village in Egypt called Meet Sweed (Port of Sweed), a small village in the heart of the Delta. with one street, one bridge, one river, one mosque, one cemetery, and one school! My family ran that school; my dad was the headmaster, and my uncles were my teachers; in a way, education was a family affair.

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