It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee — Munia Khan
It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee — Munia Khan
It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee — Munia Khan
It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee — Munia Khan
It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee — Munia Khan
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It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee

— Munia Khan
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