Avast ye! Ramadan's arrival brings naught but woe to the scallywags in the West Bank. Arrr!
2024-03-13
Arrr, me hearties! One fair lady be tellin' me she couldn't enjoy her grub knowin' the poor souls in Gaza be starvin'. She be ponderin', "Arrr, did they feast or go hungry?" Aye, the thoughts be weighin' heavy on her mind, like a chest full o' cursed gold!
Arrr matey, there be a lass who be feelin' guilty 'bout eatin' her meals while knowin' that folks in Gaza be starvin'. She be sayin' she can't sit down without wonderin' if them poor souls had a bite to eat. Aye, 'tis a heavy burden to bear, knowin' that some be goin' hungry while ye be stuffin' yer face with grub. The lass be havin' a kind heart, worryin' 'bout them in a far-off land when she be sittin' cozy at her dinner table.But ye know what I say, me hearties? Instead o' feelin' guilty, let's raise our tankards in a toast to them in Gaza. Let's be sendin' our good thoughts and prayers their way, hopin' that they find a meal to fill their bellies. And let's be grateful for our own vittles, enjoyin' each bite without a worry. 'Tis a fine thing to be mindful of others' sufferin', but let's not let it spoil our own feast. So eat up, me hearties, and remember to count yer blessings while ye do.