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The Sultan, with your money, your bride.

Tomorrow you will die, O Abu Jabbah, and build a dome over your grave. They don't know you in this country. Go and wander in it. Enter it while you are ignorant. Our country is small, and we know each other. The girl to her aunt, and the boy to his uncle. The girl is like this, even if she is the size of a cheek. Man's affliction is from his tongue. God's land belongs to God. There is no god but Him. Don't slap me, a specific chicken, and leave me sad. Do not curse the house from which you eat. The house of our father, and people drive us away. Do not throw a stone into the well from which you drink. The well is deep. An egg today is better than a chicken tomorrow. Between the Epiphany and Christmas, do not travel. Between night and day, it is bad. Once, we were happy. Before the miser is satisfied, generosity has fulfilled his need. The secret of joy and contentment. It buys souls. And between him and the arms market. The letter "N". Tighten it and set its bones. You eat its goodness and worship another.

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