Muhammad Najem


If it was your son you would fill the sea with ships all by the millions acting as a bridge to get it through. But don’t worry, He’s just a child of lost humanity, of dirty humanity, which makes no noise. He is not your son. Sleep peacefully, it’s not yours…

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