The journey of every ignorant and obedient society always ends up in the same place: In the desert! — Mehmet Murat ildan
The journey of every ignorant and obedient society always ends up in the same place: In the desert! — Mehmet Murat ildan
The journey of every ignorant and obedient society always ends up in the same place: In the desert! — Mehmet Murat ildan
The journey of every ignorant and obedient society always ends up in the same place: In the desert! — Mehmet Murat ildan
The journey of every ignorant and obedient society always ends up in the same place: In the desert! — Mehmet Murat ildan
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The journey of every ignorant and obedient society always ends up in the same place: In the desert!

— Mehmet Murat ildan
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