once upon a time, there was a businessman.
he enjoyed his success and the quality of life he created for himself and family
but... far away there was another man. a bad man.
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he felt threatened because this success was the opposite of everything he believed in and made him to feel threatened
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he decided that the best thing to do would be to kill the businessman so he could continue his pathetic, shit eating stone age way of life.
he prepared
he felt God was on his side and he could not lose.
but still.... he did not realize he was bringing a knife to a gun fight.... or more appropriately, sticks and rocks to fight stealth bombers
the bad man was defeated
Yet strangely, he never stopped to ponder the irony in the belief that all successes were the "will of Allah"... yet being bombed to oblivion, having all training camps destroyed, thousands arrested, assets/money frozen, plans foiled and being on the run until he dies soon, is somehow not "the will of Allah".
