WHY ???.....20 questions for Muslims...
...and WARUM ??? hat jeder Frühling, ach, nur einen May ?
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"...Well, the Chinese are called Chinese because they come from China
The Japanese are called Japanese because they come from Japan
and Jews are called Jews because they come from Judea.
This is our ancestral homeland...Jews are not foreign colonialists in Judea..."
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"...By the way, these ballistic missiles are inscribed in Hebrew with "ISRAEL MUST BE DESTROYED"....they want to get to a nuclear Arsenal, not just a bomb, a hundred bombs..."
"...Over the next 3, 4 or 8 years you are going to see a very different America, ....you are going to see a lot of love ..... a lot of love."
Special little snowflake.
Born between 1982 and 1994 this generation is something special, cause Mom and Dad and their 5th grade teacher Mrs. Winotsky told them so. Plus they have a whole shelf of participation trophies sitting at home so it has to be true.
They believe themselves to be highly intelligent, the teachers and lecturers constantly gave them "A"s in order to keep Mom and Dad from complaining to the Dean. Unfortunately, nobody explained to them the difference between an education and grade inflation so they tend to demonstrate poor spelling and even poorer grammar.
At work, Millennials believe themselves to be overachievers who just aren't understood by their loser bosses. Even Mom said so when she showed up for the interview. They are the only generation in the universe to understand the concept of work life balance and to actually want to find a fulfilling career. All those Gen X losers just don't get it what with hoping to keep their jobs and pay the bills, but they are just corporate drones so who cares what they think? They should be smart like Millennials and get Mom and Dad to pay for that stuff until they can work out what they want to do with their lives and then get rich doing it.
Well, I've been here at this job for 6 months now and I've been on time mostly so I should get a raise now 'cause I've paid my dues.
Did you know we are the most technologically advanced generation, like evah? And smart too. They call us millennials cause we were born before the millennial I think.
"Published on Feb 9, 2017The phenomenon of childless and bitter elderly Western women looking for exotic adventures abroad with African gigolos who proceed to exploit their gullibility for citizenship in a Western country is not new. But more and more frequently, "leftover" European women get involved with the newly arrived young African men, called "Syrian Refugees" by the media, and subsequently get tricked into citizenship scams. The African males see conning old ladies as pathway to "become a German" faster. Usually their lulling words of "I love you" don't come exactly straight from the heart as they abandon the ladies as soon as they get their papers."
"...The words spoken by Sayed Al-Ghitawi, the imam of the mosque, are not significantly different from those spoken by any imam at any other prayer service there or at any other mosques. Those chanted passages are, after all, standard Islamic invocations drawn directly from the Koran and the Sunna.
Jonathan Halevi of CIJ News and Sandra Solomon are demanding that this imam be charged with violations of the criminal code against incitement to genocide..."
claude t.a.l 28 janvier 2017 at 13 h 05 min
Trump interdit l’arrivée personnes venant de certains pays musulmans. Mais alors, je ne peux plus aller aux Etats Unis ?
(Je suis Francais).
Trump bans the arrival of people coming from certain muslim countries. Well, does that mean that I can no longer go to the United States ?
(I'm French).
Ilan Halimi, born in 1982, is the youngest of the family; He has two sisters, born like himself, in Paris. His mother, Ruth, comes from a family of Sephardic Jews from Morocco; His father, Didier, comes from a mixed marriage: a mother of Armenian origin, a Jewish father. Ilan's two parents separated when he was only two years old.
Like all children of divorced parents, Ilan lives in both of these two worlds, with a clear preference nevertheless for that of its mother, to whom he is very close.
His friends remember Ilan as someone very kind, uncomplicated and generous: "he was crunching life to the fullest," said one of them. Handsome guy, seducer, it was easy to get along with, loved girls and to party...[...]...
From the beginning of 2006 Ilan works in a mobile phone shop, the "5 Com" Boulevard Voltaire, near (Place de la) République. There are about twenty of this type on this artery, each just a few square meters big, mainly managed by young people from the Jewish community ...[...]... "It was a bit like the Jewish Street" remembers Jeremy, who also worked there and knew Ilan since the earliest school days at the École Ozar-Hathorah. "We felt at home there. We could make between 2000 and 2500 euros a month. But we were working like crazy ...[...]... among our customers, many Africans ... "
It is in this environment that Ilan evolves, while increasingly interested in Israel to where he made at least one trip the year before his death. According to his mother, he was saving up to make his aliyah, like some of his French coreligionists.
...[...]... He was an ordinary young man, a little macho too, but with a "heart big like that", say those who knew him."
| Gang leader Youssouf Fofana |
"January 20, 2006
It’s a regular Friday, and I’m on my way home from work. Passing by a store I see a pair of shoes in a style that I know Ilan would like, with a buckle. I stop to purchase them. They are final sale, neither exchangeable nor refundable. I then do some shopping for our Shabbat meal. Even though I am not Orthodox, the Shabbat meal is something I will not give up for any price. It’s the only time of the week we get to all sit peacefully around a beautifully set table. When I reach our building I glance up to see if Ilan is at the window. He usually he looks out for me and runs down the stairs to help me bring up the packages. Ilan sings the Kiddush. My children were bought up in the Jewish tradition and know all the Jewish prayers. After we wash, Ilan cuts the challah and distributes it. We wish each other Shabbat Shalom. Dinner is over by 9:00 p.m.
A while later I hear Ilan answering the telephone in his room. I will later learn that that was the fateful call from his new acquaintance inviting him out. I see him putting on his windbreaker. I don’t like it when he goes out on Shabbat and he knows it. “Don’t be angry, Maman,” he says, an apologetic smile playing on his lips. As if having a premonition that this would be the last time I would ever see him, I try to keep him from leaving. “You didn’t try on your new shoes,” I remind him. He gives me a hug. “Tomorrow,” he says, and clatters down the stairs.
The shoes are still lying untouched in their box.
January 21
The nightmare starts the following day when we realize that Ilan hasn’t come home. None of his friends have heard from him either. I’m reading a story to Noa, my granddaughter, when I hear my daughters’ piercing screams in the next room. They’re looking at a photo of Ilan on the computer screen that has just been sent by email. My son’s face is covered with black tape, and there’s a pistol pointed at his temple. “We are holding Ilan,” the email reads. “We are demanding 450,000 euros for his release.”
A phone call ensues. A young man speaking French with a heavy African accent says, “You have 20 minutes to bring the money. If you contact the police, we will kill him.” My two daughters, each holding one of my hands, drag me down the stairs to the police station. Didier, Ilan’s father, is already there, having received the same phone call.
The police try to figure out why Ilan was targeted. None of us can pay the sum of 450,000 euros. I’m a secretary. Ilan earns 1,200 euro a month. His father doesn’t have any money either. Our profile certainly doesn’t mark us as a target for kidnappers....."
| Ilan Halimi |