“Woe to the Rebels!” (ويل لكم يا شباب الخوارج)

You dreamt of days of cavaliers upon heaving chargers, lances levelled, swords drawn, ripping through ranks of worthy foes arrayed; martyrdom's price would not go left unpaid. But you're no knight, the bit's between your teeth; corrupted hands you placed your reins beneath. They grip and rip and tell you where to turn and spur …

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Never was left unquenched the thirsty intellect, nor was the hungry soul ever left in neglect, which travelled by whatever means to those precincts - Kufa, Matureed, and Nasaf - in light bedecked. That feast o'er which the rich and poor alike parley, placed upon the dastarkhan of Osmanlı beys, spread far and wide, was …

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