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Re: Farewell letter to my daughters...
Posted by parhad (Guest) - Wednesday, August 4 2004, 22:00:25 (CEST)
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Paul Younan wrote:
>To my most dear daughters, Kaylen and Shayna:

..I should just allow this piece of self-serving tripe lay there by itself, but I can`t resist kicking a man who so assiduously begs for it.
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>If God permits this letter to reach you, it will be after I have sacrificed myself for the most beautiful of causes; even if all I did for it was useless, I fulfilled my task...I surrended my conscience to no man.

...I would assume a god who can deliver letters can prevent this kind of benefit from reaching your daughters in the first place. This will probably be the first time your daughters realize there was something more beautiful to you than their lives. It seems your task as a father wasn`t to protect your daughters...it was to surrender to no man. It would seem you used them to prove a point...what a wonderful man YOU are...rather than just an old plain good parent.
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>O, my tender children! What will become of you?

...what concern is it of yours?


I can't defend myself against the evil for they are the stronger, and I surrender to them.


...stick around long enough to watch the men put a finger up your daughter`s ass...then repeat the same thing. You refused to surrender to evil men you did...good principled fellow..you just surrendered your daughters to them. No wonder you people make people sick.

At least it is sweet to die with a conscience as clean as mine;

...that sort of conscience is worth shit. You WOULD be pleased at leaving frst...what would you do if you had to watch and follow them...would be so pleased with yourself then?

the only thing that is cruel, that is heart-rending, is to tear myself from your arms, O my tender daughters! O all that is dear to me!!!

..that`s true...you`re no loss to them.

...why does this sound as phoney as hell?
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>My daughters, I hope you'll remember me, and that you'll speak of me often.

...better hope you get to heaven before they`re old enough to speak of you as deserve.

I hope that you'll believe that I have always loved you to the very end more than my life itself.

...why you fucking low life...you have the nerve to say that when you opted to save your fucking "immortal" soul over their unimportant mortal lives? What does your god say about leaving your daughters to be raped..or married off and lose THEIR souls? I guess as long as you save yours..which is more dear to you than life OR THEM..you can forego them and their souls.

I have instilled in you the pride of knowing who you are. I have taught you to never deny yourself, to never allow someone else to rule over your mind.

..what fucking priest in a village got to yours?

You are free to think and to worship and to speak in any manner you should choose. It is your God-given right.

...and when it`s your turn to "choose freely" you freely choose to sail away to glory pure and unspotted while YOUR children pay for it. What free choice did you leave with them in that situation..one YOU had to run from?
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>Farewell. I hold on to the earth by a thread, which tomorrow shall break. This is certain, I see it clearly. The sacrifice must be made.

...poor daughters...to have a blow hard for a father who is more concerned with his immortal soul than theirs...how the hell are they supposed to protect that which you hold "dearer than life" without the guidance and security YOU enjoyed?


>Write to my family in Australia. Tell them how I died, and try to make these good people understand that such a death is glorious and far from being dishonorable...

...`Jeezus...thank god you people are pure and so easily gotten off the earth. Your daughters, if they survive, will be married off to Muslims and they`ll be damned if they`ll teach your grandchildren this sort of pablum. You are in love with you..only you call him god.
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>...One more word. Remember how we talked about not trusting strangers? If you happen to run into a weirdo named Parhad, flee without hesitation to the Turks. He no more cares about your welfare than he does about his god. If it meant saving his own hide, he would sell you in an instant.

..it seems you just finished explaining how you had to sell them to save what you value more than your hide...or your daughters...your phantasm of a soul...may such a soul rot in hell where it belongs.

...but by all means ask them to go see the Ashurbanipal...they will know their father was no Assyrian.
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>Your Baba

...the stench of pisheetas is all over this. In your efforts to be cute you added all this piece of garbage what was missing...FAITH!



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