Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d,
As home his footsteps he hath turn’d,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonor’d, and unsung.
All ofÂ you hog-handlers out there past and present are going to be very pleased by this. You can not argue with success — here you see everyone’s best buddy busting ass off the runway at Bagram to fellicitate the foolish. Everyone appreciates the fellicitations the A-10 can present, but none more thanÂ our forces whenÂ face-to-face with the Taliban.
After the convocation of 1,000 seminaries that created the declaration against extremism/Qutbism one of the leader’s homes was attacked in Peshawar by rocket fire
The Jamia Hafsa Madrassah, and the two twisted clerics who control it are still operating.Â Â This is beginning to upset many in Pakistan, and Friday there were thousands demonstrating. These demonstrationsÂ marched in Lahore, Karachi, Islamabad, and Peshawar,