#KAnime

[infamous0070]

The Red King

[nasilguzeluzuluyorum]

bu iki gundur o kadar kotu hissediyorum ki... gercekten bu ulkeden bu insanlardan umidim kalmadi benim , gun icinde yanimizdan gecen birinin katil olma ihtimali var ve boyle bir turkiyede yasiyoruz... keske boyle olmasaydi dedirten herkesten nefret ediyorum

[homesuz]

Gündeme bi baktım unuttum ayrilik acısını neler yaşıyoruz biz böyle nereye gidiyoruz

[polatayev]

kizlar ben yine twilight newmoon izliyorum ben hala daha team jacobum ya

[krongulous]

I think my favourite thing about Eisei is how it’s meant to be like “the best of Alius” so you’ve got all these players who were somewhat important on their respective teams, and then there’s this guy

I don’t think there’s any Kanime Iderou fans out there who were excited to see him

[antiatuz]

Dune u izlemeyeceğim. Zendaya, Florence, Austin çok sevdiğim çocuklar ama Tim ve Rebecca adındaki küçük sinekler midemi bulandırıyor.

[whencyclopedia]

Kingdom of Kanem

The Kingdom of Kanem (aka Kanim) was an ancient African state located in modern-day Chad, which flourished from the 9th to 14th century CE. With its heartland in the centre of the African continent on the eastern shores of Lake Chad, the kingdom was formed by a confederation of nomadic peoples and then ruled by the Saifawa dynasty. The city prospered thanks to its position as the hub of trade connections with central African peoples, the Nile Valley, and North African states on the other side of the Sahara Desert. The kingdom adopted the Islamic religion after long contact with Muslim clerics and traders from the 11th century CE onwards. In the 1390s CE Kanem's king was forced to flee the invading Bulala people and so set up a new state on the other side of Lake Chad, which would become the Bornu Empire, sometimes known as the Kanem-Bornu Empire, which lasted until the late 19th century CE.

Origins & Formation

The Kingdom of Kanem, located just to the east of Lake Chad in Central Africa, may derive its name from the Teda and Kanuri term for 'south' (anem) which refers to its position in relation to the better-known states to the north. Perhaps, too, the name reflects the oral tradition that the people of Kanem had once migrated from the Sahara Desert following that region's increased desiccation. The process which saw the formation of the kingdom of Kanem is here summarised by the historian P. Curtin:

Kanem passed through a process of state-building different from that of the western Sudan. The nucleus was a nomadic confederation of peoples speaking separate languages of the Teda-Daza group, probably formed in the 9th century. Nomadic confederations of this kind are common enough in history; the unusual thing is that this one held together. Sometime before the early twelfth century it had become sedentary itself, with Njimi as its permanent capital. (75)

The first mention of Kanem in texts dates to 872 CE and the work of the Arab historian and geographer al-Yaqubi (in his Kitab al-Buldan). Even if the state may have been formed a century earlier, it confirms the above political process as we are informed that the population is still at that time mostly composed of nomads who live in huts of reeds and who have not yet formed permanent settlements. We are also told that the kings of Kanem (here and in other Arab sources called Zaghawa) also ruled over other kings, likely the tribes they had conquered in the region north and east of Lake Chad. The Arab historian al-Muhallabi, writing in the 10th century CE, notes that the kingdom now has two towns and its wealth is evidenced by large herds of cattle, sheep, camels, and horses.

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[hodajuciputevimacudesa]

Ogledalo

Noć je takva

Da su mu misli rasute u bezbroj djelića

Sjećanja i mašta pretvorena

U najkompleksniji mozaik

Divim se samoj sebi

Što uspijevam toliko i na takav način

Pokvariti sebi šutljive sate

Došla sam od tačke A do tačke Ž

Iako sam zadovoljna sudbinskom destinacijom

Ne mogu poreći da u meni žive

Sva ona slova

Na koja mi ime više ne počinje

Ljubim jedno

Volim drugo

Mrzim treće

A šutim sama sa sobom

Tjeskoba mi je samo i gledat okolo sebe

A san mi se čini kao zabluda

Jer znam da neće proći

Znam da će biti isto ujtru

Duše satkane od hiljadu života

Hiljadu verzija

A bezbroj više posljedice

Nema te scene koju zamislila nisam

Nema te opcije koju uzela u obzir nisam

Kazaljka na satu kuckanjem ukazuje

Da se kanim čorava posla

A ja još uvijek ne znam

U koje ogledalo da se pogledam

[fairrytopiia]

kanim cekildi ya

[theycallmecholemiri]

Heyyy Dragon prince fam I just uploaded my very first podcast called kanimation. The first episode is about S6 of the dragon prince. This episode will include spoilers

(I do say umm alot but I'm working on it for future episodes)

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

OC in 15

Thanks for the tag @mysticstarlightduck (here!)

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Quickly tagging: @iambecomeabook @ettawritesnstudies @stesierra @saintedseraph @void-botanist @bloodlessheirbyjacques

And the OC wheel landed on: Kashi!

“Fine, in addition to the favor I won’t shove your head up your ass for being obnoxious.”

“Nainia’absman-king!” It’s a fucking ghost ship, she snapped, starting to turn away. “Ionlikei-Layla se-kanim niipalnon-iara.” I’m not putting the kid in danger on that thing.

“At least on land I could maneuver, asshole."

“Help, yes. Get us passage on a flying horror story, no.”

"But it’s the closest word on this planet able to describe something that looks like a rabid canine, and after a long long while the clans got tired of trying to explain the word ‘Ononisrare’ so we just went with ‘Marwolaeth wolf’.”

"So you can either continue to wave that gun in my face, or you can sit down and each canned peaches.”

(And that's really all I have as far as quotes that get a good look at her character, lol. She doesn't talk much in the early days)

[piksel]

bugun gercekten igrenc bi gundu ya kanim cekildi

[elirluna]

yani zaten ulkenin cok hos bi yer oldugunu falan dusunmuyordum ama son haftalarda anlasildi ki tam bir bok cukuruymus kanim cekiliyor her twittera girdigimde

[kiddphel]

Cybereyes Include an Eye Recording Unit (for no extra cost)

Word count: 2,481

Characters: Blessed, F1N4L1T¥ (Mentioned)

Summary: Blessed kills time on a roadtrip by rewatching some of the memories caught by his cybereyes. What kind of memories? Well, literally only the gay ones.

My name is…. Ren Kanim….. Ren Kanim…. Ren….. Ren…..

Blessed sunk deeper into the plush bus seat as he sighed, replaying the memory over and over again. It was times like this he was happy his cybereyes came with that free recording software. It was always things related to F1N4L1T¥ that made Blessed happy he was recording every going on that he saw. F1N4L1T¥- no, Ren. They were the memories he rewatched over and over lately. Before, he would just watch bittersweet memories. But now, as of late, he had memories that genuinely lit a fire inside of his chest. An ache between his ribs. Why did they make him feel this way? What exactly is it that these memories stir inside of him? Sure, he liked F1N4L1T¥. He'll admit that (to no one but himself and King). But this felt… Strange. More than just a simple crush. An infatuation. Was it just that Blessed had never truly felt an attraction to someone before on a level that wasn't purely a fleeting appeal to their physical appearance? Sure, Blessed was inexperienced. He was aware of this. Everyone was. Even King had mentioned how he had never gone on a date before. And, well… That led to another memory Blessed watched back fondly. The time F1N4L1T¥ and him went to the mall food court together.

A "fake date", F1N4L1T¥ had called it. Two people spending time together and talking, loudly, in public. That's what they said. A fake date… Blessed wished it could have been real. Alas, there was that "real" date they went on in Vegas. Well, more like Dread and M00nshine went on a date together. It was a real date though, right? It felt like one, Blessed thought. And sure, maybe it was just "M00nshine" and not "F1N4L1T¥". Maybe they were on a date with "Dread" and not "Blessed".

Damn it. Being a Shadowrunner was a mess when you have all these fake names to keep up with.

Blessed didn't care who went on a date with who. He just knew that nothing would be right until he could go on a date with them. With Ren.

Whoever "F1N4L1T¥" is, I want to get to know them. That person. Blessed always thought. Whoever that may be, I want to get to know them better.

And now, Blessed had a better idea who he wanted to get to know better. Ren. Ren Kanim. That's who he wanted to get to know better. F1N4L1T¥. M00nshine. Whatever names and aliases they had. Blessed wouldn't mind getting to know all of them. But he knew, deep down, that the one he wants to know the best is Ren.

The satyr leaned his head back as he listened to the chatter inside of the bus. Casual, idle chit chat amongst the party as they continued the journey to Atlanta.

Ren Kanim…

Blessed smiled as he played back the memory once more. If anyone looked at him, could they tell he was up to something? Or would they just chalk it up to ol' Blessed being his usual, weird self. The smile faded from his face. Yeah, Blessed was weird. Unusual was his usual. Impulsive, naive, immature, gullible, stubborn, bull-headed Blessed. If he asked the party, there are probably a few more choice words they would have to describe him. Nothing positive, he thought. No, he was bizarre. He knew this. And he sighed again. Not the same sigh as before. That was light, whimsical. Happy. This was a dejected sigh. Defeated.

He knew he was difficult to like.

He hoped it was fixable.

He wanted F1N4L1T¥ to like him.

He wanted Ren to like him.

Blessed shook his head. It was quick, sharp. A sudden shake like his body had a shiver run through it. He just wanted to clear his head. Crossing his arms, he leaned his head back against the seat as he crossed a hoof over the opposite leg. He couldn't let himself spiral down that mental path. It's been bad enough since they left Detroit, he didn't want to spoil another day's mood with his own mental flagellation. It's what he was best at. Knocking himself down and kicking himself while down there in the dirt. It's how most of his thoughts ended up when he started thinking about his feelings for F1N4L1T¥.

He was no hero. No genius. No prince charming. He was just… Blessed. A weird freak from Detroit. And then there was F1N4L1T¥… They had so much experience. A colorful life. They were handsome and gorgeous at the same time. They talked so smoothly, sometimes so sweet.

Are my goat legs weird? Blessed had asked.

I've known people who have exclusively been attracted to guys with goat legs. F1N4L1T¥ had responded.

But that wasn't the answer he wanted to hear. Not the question he was really asking.

Do you think my goat legs are weird? Do you think I'm weird? I want you to like me the way I like you. But I'm nothing like them. The ones you like. I never will be. Is it over before I've even had my chance to begin? Can I ever have a beginning with you, or am I doomed to run a race I was never really a participant in?

Damn it. There he went again with the downward spiral.

He played it back again.

My name is…. Ren Kanim…..

Would they hate it if they knew the things Blessed had saved- The things he played back to feel that ember in his chest burn again? Blessed cycled through all of them again.

The first meeting. When Blessed and King were given that first job with the group. A gunner and medic duo meeting up with some other ragtag Shadowrunners. Back then, Blessed wasn't sure what to think of the others, F1N4L1T¥ included. A hacker, a face. Some well dressed, smooth talking human. Depending on the job, could be important. Could be nothing. But nowadays, that meeting has a whole new meaning. Blessed would rewatch the memory, taking it in with a new perspective. The way F1N4L1T¥ introduced themself. The way they smiled. The way they talked to Blessed, then a stranger.

Another memory. A few months after that first meeting. They had all gone out to Dante's Inferno after scoring big with that Kirin rescue. Truth or dare had been nice, but everyone still too unfamiliar with each other to ask anything big. Anything deep. It was all fun, though. A good time. Blessed always got a chuckle out of watching F1N4L1T¥ give someone a nasty drink of Vodka and Milk. But that's not what he was watching for. No, it was when F1N4L1T¥ had gone out to the dance floor and found someone. Some random person. The memory watches them closely for a moment. At the time, Blessed wasn't sure why he was so interested in watching F1N4L1T¥ and some stranger get together and dance. Oh, but now he knows. And this moment in particular, every time he plays it back, makes the knots in his stomach twist more. It's the first moment he felt it. Whatever it was. But it was the seedling of the emotion he holds for F1N4L1T¥ now. Whatever it is in his chest, this was the start.

He wishes that stranger could have been him. Escorting F1N4L1T¥ out on to the dance floor. Spending that moment with them. Maybe they would laugh as they had a good time. Maybe they would have smiled at Blessed as they danced close together.

Next memory.

Ah, right. This one.

F1N4L1T¥ was so demure, so shy, as they talked to the gnome shop keep. A gift for Kevin. They talked so sweet, like a schoolgirl with a crush.

Do you have a crush on Kevin? Blessed had asked. His tone exaggerated to not come off as suspicious. F1N4L1T¥ gave a dismissive answer. One that could be taken as a yes, but I'm too shy to say it or a no, it's for the mission. Blessed's chest tightened as he rewatched the memory. Back then, he hadn't realized why he was wishing for F1N4L1T¥ to say it was the latter. He knew better now.

He wanted them to like him. He didn't like the idea of F1N4L1T¥ liking someone else. It was the ugly seeds of jealousy trying to plant themselves in Blessed's head.

Would you do this for me? Would you put so much thought and effort into a gift for me, like you are for Kevin?

The knots in his stomach continue to tighten as he continues.

Between the last memory and this, Blessed had realized it. He liked F1N4L1T¥. He had a crush on them.

And then, that early morning. When they confronted Kevin's dad and the cult leader, Erin.

Love.

The word felt like a thousand nails piercing into Blessed's very core. F1N4L1T¥ liked Kevin. They confessed it, thinking Kevin was unconscious. Blessed stood there, staring. The memory was only visuals, but Blessed still remembered the emotions he had back then.

You like guys who are ex-cultists? Blessed had asked. It sounded like a joke. It wasn't.

Another question where Blessed wasn't truly asking what he meant.

Could you like someone like me, then?

No. Of course not. That's not what F1N4L1T¥ had meant. Kevin was sweet, pure. He had potential, F1N4L1T¥ had said. Blessed knew what they meant. Kevin was everything Blessed was not.

Blessed scowled as he flipped to another memory. He wanted to watch the things that made him happy. This was the exact opposite of that. And yet, it still sparked something in him. A twisted sense of determination. He didn't want to give up hope. He wanted to think that there was still a chance that he could be the kind of person F1N4L1T¥ could like. He smiled, catching what the next memory was.

It was simple. One Blessed wasn't even involved in. But he had caught it nonetheless. And he's glad he did.

Bloshi, when they had first joined the group. Cleansing and cleaning everything and everyone they could touch. No one expected that their magical disinfectant wipe of a spell would clean the makeup right off F1N4L1T¥'s face. It caught Blessed by surprise. How angular their features were underneath all that work. They were breathtaking. Sure, they ran off to the bathroom and came back out several long minutes later looking their usual done up self- and they were still just as gorgeous as always. But something about seeing them so… Naturally. It made Blessed's chest swell again. He wondered why F1N4L1T¥ changed their features like that with makeup. It seemed important to them with how hastily they had sped off to fix what Bloshi had ruined, but Blessed didn't get it. He knew he never would. It was F1N4L1T¥'s own personal reasons. But Blessed still couldn't help but think that they were stunning. He felt selfish. He wanted to see them like that again. Was he a bad person? A selfish person, surely. But did that make him bad? He wasn't sure.

I'm proud of you.

The next memory. Blessed had been shaked up after dealing with the Sidhe inside of Dr. Andrea Payne. It wasn't enough that he lost sleep over the first time he had "killed" her, but now he had to live with the fact that he had killed her twice. But when he returned to the warehouse, hands shaking as they held on too tightly to the dart rifle he had used, there was F1N4L1T¥. Smiling, so warmly. They were staring right into the camera of the recording. Staring at Blessed. This was for him. A banner that congratulated him, and a snack sitting on the table behind waiting for him. It all felt so over the top. It was so very F1N4L1T¥. Blessed liked that about them. This moment was made by them, for him.

Blessed grew embarrassed and frustrated as the recording grew hazy and the POV unstable. Right, he had started crying back then. He wasn't expecting anyone to tell him he had done a good job, let alone F1N4L1T¥. No one ever told him that. And now, here was the person he desired attention from, giving him all the attention he could ever hope for. He wished he had held it together, had a better recording of F1N4L1T¥'s happy smile as they welcomed everyone back from a job well done. The base had been a disaster then, Blessed remembered. But still, there was F1N4L1T¥ going around with an excited gleam in their eyes from the success.

Blessed closed his eyes as he let himself remember things naturally. No more of the recordings from his cybereyes. They couldn't give him what he really wanted to remember now. Not a visual, but a feeling.

In Las Vegas. F1N4L1T¥, clinging to his arm. They were "M00nshine" then, and Blessed knew that was a different act than F1N4L1T¥. They made it clear it was two very different characters they were playing on this stage. But still, it felt like F1N4L1T¥. The way their arms wrapped around Blessed's own as they walked down the street together as they left the restaurant. The way F1N4L1T¥ clung to him so tightly it felt like circulation was being cut off. The way the warmth from their body seeped into his own- heating him up on the inside. It was a feeling Blessed would never forget.

Please don't fall. I don't want to have to carry you.

It's ok… You can carry me, if you want.

… Please don't fall.

Blessed would never forgive himself for that. But he knew just as well that he did the right thing. But oh, what he wouldn't give to pick F1N4L1T¥ up. To hold them in his arms in a princess carry perhaps. It didn't feel right back then. Not the right time. But given the opportunity again, Blessed fears he would not be strong enough to resist. He wanted to hold them. To feel them in his arms. Would they put their arms around his neck for stability? Would they be flustered by the way Blessed could pick them up so easily?

When they had gotten back to the condo. When they said good night… Blessed wished he could have joined them in bed. For nothing scandalous or inappropriate, he simply wanted to exist in the same space as them. To feel their warmth, their company. He wanted to burn the image into his mind of how peaceful they looked while they slept. Something so intimate that no cybereye recording could ever truly capture what it meant. He wishes he could have laid there beside them. How very selfish.

Blessed was a very selfish goat.

And yet, part of him didn't care.

He smiled, closed his eyes. He played it back once more.

My name is…. Ren Kanim…..

[mulkirachmawati]

Berangkat ke Denmark #1

Setelah sekian lama tidak menulis di tumblr/blog, akhirnya kembali lagi kesini. Awal tahun ini menulis di instagram (memang instagram jadi tempat mudah untuk menulis ya). Tapi kita coba kembali menulis di platform ini.

Alhamdulillah, di tahun 2023 suami mendapatkan beasiswa LPDP dan tahun 2024 mendapat LoA di Aalborg university, Denmark. Suami mengambil topik disertasi tentang mikroplastik. Hal yang ingin diceritakan kembali di tumblr adalah persiapan keberangkatan ke Denmark. Apa saja ya .... berikut ini poin-poinnya:

Membuat Passpor (dewasa dan anak-anak)

Membuat visa (long stay visa)

Pengalaman mencari akomodasi/tempat tinggal di Aalborg, Denmark

Mencari Tiket Pesawat

Pengalaman meninggalkan kota Bandarlampung untuk sementara

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Membuat Passpor di Bandarlampung

Passpor adalah hal yang penting ketika ingin bepergian ke luar negeri, termasuk untuk ibadah umroh atau haji. Passpor dapat dibuat melalui kantor imigrasi di daerah tempat kita tinggal.

Pertama-tama install terlebih dahulu aplikasi MyPasspor yang ada di PlayStore, kemudian buat akun dengan email aktif. Setelah itu, lakukan pendaftaran untuk pembuatan passpor. Saat sebelum mengisi form pendaftaran, siapkan terlebih dahulu KTP, Kartu Keluarga, Ijazah/Akte Kelahiran karena saat mengisi form diminta untuk mengunggah foto berkas-berkas tersebut. Kemudian ikuti alur pendaftaran dan memilih jadwal kedatangan ke kantor imigrasi, setelah itu lakukan pembayaran passpor melalui mobile banking/ATM. Harga pembuatan passpor biasa yaitu Rp 350.000.

Saat kedatangan ke kantor imigrasi, kita perlu membawa dokumen-dokumen asli beserta fotokopinya, serta dokumen kanim yang dapat diunduh melalui aplikasi mypasspor. Khusus untuk fotokopi KTP, fotokopi KTP diperbesar sebesar ukuran A5.

Kami membuat passpor di kantor imigrasi Bandarlampung yang beralamat di Jl. Hj. Haniah No.3, Gulak Galik, Kec. Tlk. Betung Utara, Kota Bandar Lampung atau bisa cek instagram. Kantor Imigrasi Bandarlampung sangat nyaman, karena diberikan layanan prioritas bagi bayi, lansia, ibu hamil dan ibu menyusui. Sebagai ibu menyusui ini sangat menguntungkan bagi kami, sehingga proses pembuatan passpor lebih nyaman.

Proses pembuatan passpor sekitar 5 hari kerja dan dapat diambil di loket pengambilan passpor dengan menunjukkan bukti pembayaran.

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next, dipostingan selanjutnya yaa. Terima kasih :)

[hatiragulzaman]

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Balkan Savaşları'ndan Anadolu'ya dönen, vatan evladı bir Osmanlı askeri .[orijinal resim].

💫💫💫

Yine bir sürükleyici uzun şiir.

Zaman ayırıp okuyanlara Çok teşekkür ederim

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TOPAL ASKER

Ey saçlari "alagarson" kesik hanim kiz!

Gülme öyle bana bakip sen arsiz arsiz!

Bacagimla alay etme pek topla diye.

Bir sorsana o topallik nerden hediye ?

Sen Sislide danserken her gece , gündüz

Biz öetede ne ovlar ,çaylar,ne dümdüz

Yaylalari geçtik,karli daglari astik;

Siz salonda dansederken bizler savastik.

Ey dudagi kanim gibi kipkirmizi kiz,

Gülme öyle bana bakip sen arsiz arsiz!

Olan isler dimagini azicik yorsun!

Biliyorum elbisemle egleniyorsun;

Biliyorum baldirini okadar nazla

Örten bir tek ipek çorap kiymetçe fazla

Benim bütün elbisemden... Hatta kendimden...

Biliyorum:Çünkü bugün su dünyada ben

Neyim? Bir hiç... ise güce yaramaz,topal...

Sen saglamsin senin hakkin dünyadan zevk al:

Çünkü orda düsmanlarla bogusurken biz

Siz muhtesem salonlarda sarap içtiniz!

Ey gözünün rengi bana yabanci güzel,

Her yolcunun ugradigi ey hanci güzel!

Sen yabanci kucaklarda yasaken her gün

Yapiyorduk bizde kanla, barutla dügün.

Sen o sicak odalarda cilveli , mahmur

Dolasirken... Bizde tipi,firtina,yagmur,

Kar altinda kanlar döktük,canlar yiprattik;

Aç yasadik, suzuz kaldik,taslarda yattik

Sen açilmis bir bahardin , biz kara kistik;

Bizden üstün ordularla böyle çarpistik...

Gülme bana bakip pek arsiz arsiz

Sen ey disi güzel,fakat içi çamur kiz!

Sana karsi haykirani mecbursun dinle;

Bugün hesap görecegiz artik seninle:

Ben cephede geberirken, geride vatan

Aski ile bin belali ise can atan

Anam,babam,karim,kizim eziliyorken

Daglar kadar yük altinda...Gel,cevap ver,sen

Bana anlat,anlat bana, siz ne yaptiniz?

Köpek gibi oynastiniz ,fuhsa taptiniz!

Anavatan bogulurken kipkizil kanda

Yalniz gönül verdiniz siz zevke,cazbanda...

Ey nankör kiz,ey fahise unutma sunu:

Sizin için harbederken yedim kursunu.

Onun için topal kaldi bögle bacagim,

Onun için tütmez oldu artik ocagim.

Nazli nazli yatiyorken sen yataklarda

Salllanarak ölü kaldik biz bataklarda.

Kalbur oldu süngülerle çelik bagrimiz,

Bu amansiz bogusmada öldü yarimiz,

Ya siz nasil yasadiniz? bizim kanimiz

Size sarap oldu sanki... Sehit canimiz

Güya sizin mezenizdi ! Yiyip içtiniz;

Zipladiniz,kudurdunuz arsiz,edepsiz!...

Gerçi salonlarda "yildiz" di senin adin,

Hakkikatte fahisesin ey alçak kadin!

Ey allikli ve düzgünlü yosma bil sunu:

Bütün millet ögrenmistir senin fuhsunu.

Omuzunda neden seni fuzuli çeksin?

Kinimizin siddetiyle gebereceksin!..