I was just a boy when the Al-gebran came to my village in their Al-gebran helicopters. The Al-gebran fired at the oil fields and they lit up like the eyes of Allah. Burning oil rained down from the sky and cooked everything it touched. I could only hide myself and cry as my goats were consumed by the firey black liquid death. In the midst of the chaos, I could swear that I heard my goats... screaming for help. As quickly as they'd come, the Al-gebran were gone. It was on that day... I put a jihad on them.... And if you don't believe it, then you better kill me now... cause I'll put a jihad on you too.
You all need to stay clam.
"I was just a boy when the Al-gebran came to my village ..."
Now that's some acting!
tried to wrap my turban around that but ran out of cloth