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He remembers well how for the first time in his life he tried to cross the big street in Baghdad. With one hand his mother held onto him and with the other she held her long and wide cape, looked…
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We can say that time has passed and pens have dried up. Misery is our destiny and the West utilizes it as a tool to ensure our silence. The West manages and shapes our destiny as…