Suddenly some ones called back, laughing. ‘Where?’ ‘At home.’ ‘We’re going our homes too,’ shouted they, all ones’ voice for a while rising above all the others. In spite of the fact that he least wanted the men to take him with them he teamed up the middle-sized crowd having wished if the group should be a mop for striking up an acquaintance with them didn’t seem as if they would lead anywhere much, but they would obviously be sincere, both cheerful and hopeful companions on that walk. However, although they heard what he said, they simply nodded, walked on, and were gone in a moment. He felt himself to have been left stenting in the deep silence-although it might be only a colour, say navy blue of an average night-and the feeling disinclined to haul his soul out of it only to have it sink in ordinary depression used to reign in excessive silence again a little further on. A cop and his colleague without uniform, happy to be rid of the big crowd probabilities at last in the midnight, made their way slowly back through no door of no houses-which could only be standing ajar, and yet still keeping an eye on the cheered-up group.
He was left alone in the all-enveloping midnight serenity, and within the contrasting social environment from the outer side of an inn broad shop-window illuminated very feebly light elicited anyhow by visibility reverberated through the glass he read:
As it’s senior ideologue, Abu Ibrahim al Hashimi al Qurayshi* justified the group’s atrocities before leading its global operations after the group had suffered significant losses.
The leader of Daesh (ISIS) was killed in a bloody overnight US raid in north-western Syria, according to US President Joe Biden.
• A Turcoman Islamic terrorists named The Caliph after the ex was killed, He’s living at the Turco-Syrian border: see below!
Ebu İbrahim el-Haşimi el-Kureyşi - Vikipedi
Simon’s daddy thought, ‘If I’d come here by chance and not on purpose,’ and he hissed, ‘I might fall into despair at this point.’ Then a tiny window opened in a meatball vendor’s stand like cottage on his left. Closed, it had looked dark navy blue, perhaps reflecting the lanterns around, and it was so very tiny that, now it has been opened, he couldn’t see the whole face of the person behind it, only that person’s eyes: they were old, brown eyes.