I Don’t Understand Why You Fed Us Shit

The war that Trump and the Gulf States fight on behalf of Israel may come to an end. What have the Gulf States gained other than losses in a war that they have no camel, no barrel, no sweetened vinegar, and no sorbet in? They lost important economic facilities, halted financial and economic life, lost billions in weapons and oil, and Trump will force them to pay the bill for his losses while the compensation for Israel in money and equipment continues from America and Israel has only lost a little, as, like Trump, they print the shekel unchecked, just as America prints the dollar.

Israel has succeeded in entrenching its atrocious and despicable normalization and has placed its hooves in the hearts of the feminized capitals from the ocean to the Gulf, making the Arab peoples disappear and fear protesting under the oppression of the regimes of vice and calamity. Oh, for destruction! Peoples turning into chickens and sheep before the whip of the son of the hajjaj. No one answers to those who joined a war in which they have no connection, and here is Abu Muslim Al-Khurasani becoming more resentful of the Arabs, although he has historically been resentful before and his account will remain open with us and will close with America and Israel.

History will record that sexual video tapes of a money-obsessed person with minors ended up in the hands of someone accused of bribery and corruption, leading to a fierce war where heads and money were scattered.

This reminds us of a popular story in which the village chief went to the Friday livestock market in one of the cities, adorned his shiny saddle, donned his cloak on his shoulders, mounted his horse, and walked with his servant behind him. Along the way, the chief joked with his servant, saying, "What if I ate a handful of sheep dung and had you ride, and I became like your servant!" The servant laughed mockingly, and the chief repeated his suggestion several times as he entertained himself, and in the end, the servant agreed and took a handful of dung and swallowed it amidst the chief's astonishment.

The chief dismounted and mounted the servant, and after the market ended, they returned to their village. Before arriving, the chief said to himself it would be a disgrace to enter the village with his servant riding while he walks, so he asked the servant to dismount, who refused and insisted that the chief eat the dung. The chief yielded out of fear of shame, and the servant dismounted, and the chief mounted his horse and entered his village with pride. Here, the servant said to him, "Oh chief, I still don’t understand why you fed us shit."