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![]() ![]() All he could see was the orange glow of the sun reflecting off of the rocks on the outside. He slowly and casually slipped over to another crate to sit on, to get a glimpse of the outside of the cave. The faith he had in the cause of the Islamic State, and his religion slowly faded away with every head tossed in his direction. He is not getting the glory he was promised. He has nothing but the hope that this hunk of metal, wood, and whatever else goes in to the making of an AK-47, will protect him if he ever comes in to any danger. ![]() ![]() Yasir Waseem sits alone in a cave for a majority of every day of his life. ![]()
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