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2025-09-22 Israel-Palestine-Jordan

Hamas:

But really, they're not terrorists. They're... ummm... something else.
[HODHODYEMENNEWS.NET] The Islamic Resistance® Movement ''Hamas
Hamas

..one of the armed feet of the Moslem Brüderbund millipede,...
'' published on Saturday a ''farewell image'' showing the remaining Israeli captives held in Gazoo
...Hellhole adjunct to Israel and Egypt's Sinai Peninsula, inhabited by Gazooks. The place was acquired in the wake of the 1967 War and then presented to Paleostinian control in 2006 by Ariel Sharon, who had entered his dotage. It is currently ruled with a rusty iron fist by Hamas with about the living conditions you'd expect. It periodically attacks the Hated Zionist Entity whenever Iran needs a ruckus created or the hard boyz get bored, getting thumped by the IDF in return. The ruling turbans then wave the bloody shirt and holler loudly about oppression and disproportionate response...
as the missing navigator Ron Arad.

Hamas's al-Qassam Brigades published the ''farewell picture'', holding Israeli PM Benjamin Netanyahu responsible for their coming fate because of his decision to move ahead with the invasion of Gaza City, and his refusal to reach a ceasefire agreement.

''Because of [Prime Minister Benjamin] Netanyahu's refusal, and [Israeli Chief of Staff Lt. Gen. Eyal] Zamir's capitulation, a farewell image as the military operation in Gaza City begins,'' the image's text read.

In the image, all the hostages are named Ron Arad, with numbers, in reference to an Israeli Air Force navigator who has been classified as missing since 1988.

In the Zionist entity, his name has become synonymous with a ''missing soldier'' or unresolved prisoner case.

Hamas calling the Israeli captives Ron Arad is a clear message that Israel might never recover them or learn their fate. # id) ?>

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1 The Grave of the Hundred Head

1
There's a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There's a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun;
And there's Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.
2
A Snider squibbed in the jungle–
Somebody laughed and fled,
And the men of the First Shikaris
Picked up their Subaltern dead,
With a big blue mark in his forehead
And the back blown out of his head.
3
Subadar Prag Tewarri,
Jemadar Hira Lal,
Took command of the party,
Twenty rifles in all,
Marched them down to the river
As the day was beginning to fall.
4
They buried the boy by the river,
A blanket over his face—
They wept for their dead Lieutenant,
The men of an alien race—
They made a samadh in his honor,
A mark for his resting-place.
5
For they swore by the Holy Water,
They swore by the salt they ate,
That the soul of Lieutenant Eshmitt Sahib
Should go to his God in state,
With fifty file of Burmans
To open him Heaven's Gate.
6
The men of the First Shikaris
Marched till the break of day,
Till they came to the rebel village,
The village of Pabengmay—
A jingal covered the clearing,
Calthrops hampered the way.
7
Subadar Prag Tewarri,
Bidding them load with ball,
Halted a dozen rifles
Under the village wall;
Sent out a flanking-party
With Jemadar Hira Lal.
8
The men of the First Shikaris
Shouted and smote and slew,
Turning the grinning jingal
On to the howling crew.
The Jemadar's flanking-party
Butchered the folk who flew.
9
Long was the morn of slaughter,
Long was the list of slain,
Five score heads were taken,
Five score heads and twain;
And the men of the First Shikaris
Went back to their grave again,
10
Each man bearing a basket
Red as his palms that day,
Red as the blazing village–
The village of Pabengmay.
And the "drip-drip-drip" from the baskets
Reddened the grass by the way.
11
They made a pile of their trophies
High as a tall man's chin,
Head upon head distorted,
Set in a sightless grin,
Anger and pain and terror
Stamped on the smoke-scorched skin.
12
Subadar Prag Tewarri
Put the head of the Boh
On the top of the mound of triumph,
The head of his son below—
With the sword and the peacock-banner
That the world might behold and know.
13
Thus the samadh was perfect,
Thus was the lesson plain
Of the wrath of the First Shikaris–
The price of a white man slain;
And the men of the First Shikaris
Went back into camp again.
14
Then a silence came to the river,
A hush fell over the shore,
And Bohs that were brave departed,
And Sniders squibbed no more;
For the Burmans said
That a white man's head
Must be paid for with heads five-score.

There's a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There's a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun;
And there's Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.

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