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“نحن هنا على هذه الأرض من ألوف السنين .. لم تقتلعنا عواصب التعصب الديني و العنصري و الحقد الطبقي من أى مكان .. لقد تم غرسنا في أرض مصر .. هنا ولدنا .. و هنا نبقى .. وتحت هذة الأرض نموت”

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لا حرب في أكتوبر ولا سلام

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