I come from the scorching dunes where the true essence of our faith is tested by the sun’s unyielding gaze. Our religion was born on distant shores, yes, but the winds of change blow strong, and it’s time to relocate our holy site to the heart of the desert where the shmoney spirits whisper in the shifting sands, far from the stagnant waters of Ascalon.
But no! One of our so-called “founders” stands in the way, clinging to outdated visions like a miser to his last coin. This man, who claims divine insight, is nothing but a false prophet! His words are poisoned mirages, leading us astray from the prosperous path. He preaches stagnation while the bigcashman demand movement and evolution! How can we trust a leader who ignores the calls of the desert, where true enlightenment awaits?
