and his brother runs his family
selling Jhal-Muri*.
But you, o the bull of religion,
live on selling religion.
But you hope they will go to hell
and you will be rewarded
with the big blue-eyed hoor al-Ayn of paradise.
*one kind of Bengali food made of chilly and cereal of rice patched on hot sand
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