Oh salt-laden sea,
how much of your salt
Is tears of Portugal!
To cross you, how many mothers wept,
how many sons in vain prayed!
How many brides-to-be brides remained,
So you were ours, oh Sea!
Was it worth? Everything is worth,
If the soul is not small.
Whoever wants to go beyond (cape) Bojador,
Has to go beyond pain.
To the sea gave God peryl and the abyss,
But in it He also mirrored heaven.
CAIR shot itself in the foot when smearing a former employee, it is now
forced to open its books
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The New York Post reports:
The Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR) will be forced to open its
books and reveal its sources of funding after a def...
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