all those years chasing sasuke just to end up married to a woman he dont gaf about poor naruto you can kiss a hundred girls in bars shoot another shot try to stop the feeling
This poem was originally written in Arabic
BY REFAAT ALAREER
If I must die,
you must live
to tell my story
to sell my things
to buy a piece of cloth
and some strings,
(make it white with a long tail)
so that a child, somewhere in Gaza
while looking heaven in the eye
awaiting his dad who left in a blaze—
and bid no one farewel......