“Oh Master al-Qarawi,” The Elder said with a smile. “You are aware of the widow’s calamity.” The Master did not speak. This meant that he was aware. Silence speaks volumes in the jalsa.
“Excuse me! Do you know where the host of the party is?” He pointed to a man on a pillar, doused in gold and honey, made by the gods. He was The Host.
Two men are standing on the porch. Black coats. Black pants. White shirts. Neckties. Smiles.
TRANSCRIPT: You know, you hear this all the time in schools and with parents and teachers, and on the media, and all over the place about this problem that kids can’t read. And I’ve found that for just about everybody, what that means is that there’s some sort of technical disconnect between kids and language. … Continue reading apocalypse “TRANSCRIPT: The Secret Club”
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