نادے علی

In the name of Moses, the Merciful

There was a time when it was all Air Forcey type. Wearing a t-shirt meant nobody can touch you. Branded shoes worked on you yourself in the mirror even before wearing them. Walking into a house by a guest worked just as planned on the walls and the art. It didn't even need a click.

Until recently Bajwa, Modi, Netanyahu and the US Nuclear Armed me as I can speak for myself alone. And put me off the Shelf. Where I was usually kept until it's needed.

In the recent past, it's more of a Military in nature. All the things mentioned above doesn't matter whatever the reasons are we're already working on. Other than that it was always the PAF we were concerned with to finish off the Enemies by hook or the crook. Let it be a Dua or Beads Pulling or Guns and Gadgets. If nothing else if you happen to have a Car load it up and bang it on their door. But then Bajwa & Modi told me to fuck them and marry Sadaf Abdul Jabbar.

Later on, still reluctant the Indian Sisters told me to kill all of them. I killed all of them. Now, it's something like the extremely different right ringed preferences but at least people can wear the ring in their right hand without happen to worry about the extreme far right anymore.

But anyway she needs to make a contact first.