KNOW, O my friends, that there was once a Mullah who owned today’s news headlines, and who was highly valued in his castle in
Mullah Hentish was shot dead this morning by the enemies of his empire. Blackpigs, the enemies of the most important creatures on earth, shot him dead as he barked at his enemy’s Mullahs.
Mullah Hentish was in a very bad mood that day because apparently his housemistress forgot to give him a shower or please him with one of the Monarchy’s female Mullah’s which resulted in his bad mood. He got very angry even at his fellow Mullahs as they were accompanied by their blackpigs. The Mullahs were annoyed and ordered their blackpigs to kill him on the spot. And so the glorious Mullah died in his wounds, bleeding, moaning for help. No one was fast enough to help him.
After the brutal assassination of the Mullah, the state of emergency was announced in all over the empire. A delegation of diplomats visited the scene and promised the housemistress of the castle to punish the blackpigs if found guilty.
Mourning hovered over Baghdad. The sounds of the Azan and the bells from mosques and churches entered through every window in the Baghdad’s houses, announcing the horrifying death of the Mullah. Baghdadis, who have never been sad before, locked up their shops, stopped celebrating Eid, and put on black clothes mourning their beloved Mullah’s death. Cries were heard, sad and heartbreaking: “Oh Mullah Hentish! Oh our savior! May God take revenge from your killers.”
