allah promised israel to the jews. so will he send muslims to hell for trying to breaking his oath to the jews? quran 17:104 and thereafter allah said to the children of israel [the jews]. dwell securely in the promised land. and when the last warning comes to past, we will gather you togather in a mingled crowed……….. so should muslims who go againest the word of allah, to the jews, get ready for hell and burn forever?
why do so many muslims want to go to hell for breaking the word of allah? why can’t muslims answer, to what is stated in the quran? don’t muslims know islam and what allah promised to the jews? muslims say non-muslims know nothing about islam and go ask a scholar. did your scholar ever tell you this? if no! why!
sh;ad; how stupid can you get? the jews were muslims. how can you lie like that? you’ll burn in hell for ever for going againest the word of allah!!!!
doing taqiyya might be the wrong thing to do? allah will send you to hell for blocking his word to the muslims!
why is the only answer some muslims have is;;; attack another god or religion???? that proves something but no one knows what!!!
bay: why would a all knowing god like allah put it in the quran? you make very little sense! allah knows all; present, past and future. why do you know so little about islam?
now! i see !!!all powerful allah can’t throw the jews out. how strange for a all powerful god!!!! that can’t throw the jews out. is allah really that weak?

Miata tried not to breath in the repugnant air surrounding the crowd she was a part of: Outlying farmers fresh from the field, shopkeepers still trying to peddle their wares among the crowd, there wasn’t a single person willing to miss this spectacle, it seemed. So much noise from the crowd hadn’t been seen since the king had taken the throne from his father. Or that’s what her father thought.
She couldn’t help but stare at the procession of guards on foot, keeping the crowd away from the nobles trotting their beautiful horses through the market. She was amazed by the fine clothes and jewels the nobles paraded in, to mark his Majesty’s birthday. Her father had insisted she leave her trousers and tunic behind and wear a dress. A horrible, impractical dress.
Tightening her grip in her father’s hair with one hand, she waved the other happily, to all the pretty women and powerful men. Some waved back merrily, while others sat hunched, shielding themselves with hoods for the men and fans for the women. Perhaps they didn’t get out into the sun much.
Though Miata’s eyes stung from the sunlight reflecting off jewels, armor and the marble buildings closely packed together, she wouldn’t close them. She didn’t want to miss this, which even had her Da leaving the forge.
Her father always spoke of the King’s final birthday procession. He said that, as a magus he could choose his time to pass, and he’d decided on his sixtieth year of life. Mia didn’t understand fully what he meant, but she looked forward to the festivities nonetheless.
Her knees were securely against the sides of her father’s chin. It gave her a view better than the rest, the giant beneath her holding her up above everyone else. She could see clearly the servants on the roofs, tossing down handfuls of Arjent petals. She could even make out the shadowed figure slumped within an alcove, holding a longer, thinner shadow.
“Da, what’s he doing?” A thin finger pointed out the shadow to the people around who heard her bewilderment.
Her father stiffened below her, his shoulders shaking as his gaze followed her finger. While she carried on staring and waving at everybody, the shadow forgotten, he murmured something to the guard stationed closest to him. The guard took one look at the skyline before shaking his head, hands tightening around the shaft of his spear. He glared at the father and child, stepping forward as he raised the **** of his spear from the ground, quickly.
She felt her father hunch over as he was struck, but then she was airborne, flying over her Da’s shoulders and into the path of an oncoming noble and their horse. She wouldn’t be noticed, nobles never noticed anything. She wanted to scream, but the terror that gripped her heart and froze her limbs stopped any sound from coming.
∞
The boy was situated on the edge of the column of nobles, riding through on his gelding, Marn, and offering a few curt nods in the direction of the crowds. He’d only agreed to leave his studies for this parade because he enjoyed riding his horse. Still the size of a mature pony, Marn was not upset by the hundreds of people out to see the nobles. He was definitely going to get extra sweet feed after this.
Thinking about his mount, given attention only because of his status as a noble’s pony, made the boy feel like an animal on display. His face didn’t betray his thoughts, keeping to the nonchalant smile his father had taught him.
What he wouldn’t give for a hint of breeze, or a downpour of rain, rather than the stupid pink petals and blistering midday sun. Surely everybody knew the flowers were a waste, destined to be trampled into the dirt street once the procession moved forward?
He noticed, from the corner of his eye, a guard seeming agitated, standing before a man with his daughter on his shoulders. The guard struck the man in the belly three times; knocking the wind out of him and sending him rocking to his knees from the pain. The girl didn’t seem to have enough intelligence to hold onto her father properly, as she was sent over his head when he fell, directly into the path of his horse.
Sprawled out on the dirt, he figured her to be two or three years younger than him, wearing a simple servant’s dress in light blue. A gentle pull on the reins stopped Marn with the minimum of fuss. Thankfully the gelding was used to his sudden stops, and didn’t fight him. He was small enough, trained enough, that horse and rider could stop where the common noble’s stallion couldn’t.
Sliding his leg over the saddle, he dropped down onto the street. Everyone was muttering, and even some of the nobles paused to watch what would happen. Idiots with nothing better to do.
When the girl looked up, her eyes flinched; her body stiffened as she frantically mumbled an apology. He knew some nobles beat commoners because they were richer, superior. He hated people; hated being dragged from his library, but mother wanted him to get some sun, some friends. Silly Duchess tha
Not finished of course

Alice wants to send a message to Bob securely, using
the RSA cryptosystem. Explain how this works (you do
not have to justify related theorems), by considering an
example where the public key is (n, e) = (77, 5). More
specically, and the private key, and explain the decryption/encryption process for each message 1 <= P <= 77.
Is there a restriction on the message P that Alice can
send? (P, 77) = 1.

She told me for weeks that she was not going to have *** with me again until I agreed to wear pantyhose and let her tie me up. After 3 weeks I finally gave in. She has always known about my intense foot and pantyhose ****** and decided to use it against me. We were making out pretty heavy last night and she started doing that stuff she does that she knows gets me really hot like rubbing her stocking feet on my face and rubbing my hands on her pantyhose legs. Finally I agreed to do what she wanted. I came out of the bathroom with the suntan pantyhose on and she immediately started giggling with excitement , grabbed me by my hands and led me to her desk at the foot of her bed where she had already prepared for my submission. She hed me bend over her desk and rapidly tied my right wrist around and under the desk to my right ankle and repeated this with the left as well. She made sure there was no slack and made sure I would not be standing up. She then leaped onto her bed in front of me and picked up right where she had left off earlier. Teasing me with her feet. It was all great until she said “I have an idea”
I asked her at that point “are we going to finally do it now like you said?” “oh yeah” she answered ” but not like you THINK”
With that she tore a hole in the @$$ of my pantyhose. My heart stopped!
She right away began tying my torso securely to the desk with what seemed like a hundred more pairs of all kinds and colors nylons. I protested and strained against my bonds but to no avail. I felt like a spider in a web.
I was already pretty tired when she came back into view etting up her video camera and wearing a ********!
I was finished and I knew it. “please don’t do this.” I pleaded. For my trouble I got a mouth full of nylon stockings. Then she went to work on me for what seemed like an hour. I feel like I have been violated. She laughed sometimes hysterically. The things she kept saying like “I own you” ” You’re MY ***** now”It felt so surreal.
I fought to get loose for as long as I could then finally just collapsed from exaustion.But she did not stop.
It was like the weaker I got the stronger she got…And she just kept laughing.It was so humiliating. She would stop briefly to tease me with her feet and narrate to her camera and kept putting the camera in my face asking degrading questions all the while. Finally she stopped and left the room for a while.
When she came back she informed me that she had loaded the video on to her computer and sent it to her email. I started sobbing like a baby.
After she untied me we had a little talk and told me how things are going to be from now on or the church I work at will be getting a copy of her “new movie”
I liked pantyhose on her NOT on me! I’m wearing black ones under my clothes tomorrow. The next day she has grey in mind. What am I supposed to do now? I feel like I’ve been ***** but how can I stand up to her ever?I didn’t even get to ***.
Any advice?

I just built a new pc but it’s not sending out video. here are my specs real quick:
Intel Core 2 Quad Q9550 2.83Ghz 12M 1333FSB
Sparkle GeForce GTS 250 1GB PCIe w/Dual Link DVI
EVGA nForce 790i Ultra SLI Socket 775 Motherboard
Patriot i5 Viper II 4GB PC16000 DDR3
650 watt power supply
A salvaged 40gb hdd hard drive, that I was using in my last system. The power supply is too.
Ok, so that’s all that I have hooked up right now, and I only have one memory stick in right now though. So everything in my case is working right now, I have the video card in the primary pcie2 slot and the fan is going, both of the power cables to the card are not hooked up to anything else. I have checked many times that it is in securely. my power button and lights and reset button are connected and working. I have an extra case fan (12v), a fan attached to the heatsink on the board and a surprisingly good cpu fan. that is everything that is hooked up. I am using the vga port and have it hooked up to my monitor and then my friends (which I unplugged from his computer when it was working) and I used a different vga cable each time. I don’t know what’s wrong.

This is from an email.

The Dillard’s Shopping Bag

(This is just too funny! This could only be true; you simply can’t make this stuff up!)

Clutching their Dillard’s shopping bags, Ellen and Kay woefully gazed down at a dead cat in the mall parking lot. Obviously a recent hit—no flies, no smell. What business could that poor kitty have had here?” murmured Ellen.

“Come on, Ellen, let’s just go…”

But Ellen had already grabbed her shopping bag and was explaining, “I’ll just put my things in your bag, and then I’ll take the tissue”. She dumped her purchases into Kay’s bag and then used the tissue paper to cradle and lower the former feline into her own Dillard’s bag and cover it.

They continued the short trek to the car in silence, stashing their goods in the trunk But it occurred to both of them that if they left Ellen’s burial bag in the trunk, warmed by the sunshine while they ate, Kay’s Lumina would soon lose that new-car smell. They decided to leave the bag on top of the trunk, and they headed over to Luby’s Cafeteria. After they cleared the serving line and sat down at a window table, they had a view of Kay’s Chevy with the Dillard’s bag still on the trunk. BUT not for long! As they ate, they noticed a black-haired woman in a red gingham shirt stroll by their car, look quickly this way and that, and then hook the Dillard’s bag without Breaking stride. She quickly walked out of their line of vision. Kay and Ellen shot each other a wide-eyed look of amazement.

It all happened so fast that neither of them could think how to respond. “Can you imagine?” finally sputtered Ellen. “The nerve of that woman!” Kay sympathized with Ellen, but inwardly a laugh was building as she thought about the grand surprise awaiting the red-gingham thief. Just when she thought she’d have to giggle into her napkin, she noticed Ellen’s eyes freeze in the direction of the serving line. Following her gaze, Kay recognized with a shock the black-haired woman with THE Dillard’s bag, hanging from her arm, brazenly pushing her tray toward the cashier. Helplessly, they watched the scene unfold: After clearing the register, the woman settled at a table across from theirs, put the bag on an empty chair and began to eat. After a few bites of baked whitefish and green beans, she casually lifted th e bag into her lap to survey her treasure Looking from side to side, but not far enough to notice her rapt audience three tables over, she pulled out the tissue paper and peered into the bag. Her eyes widened, and she began to make a sort of gasping noise. The noise grew . The bag slid from her lap as she sank to the floor, wheezing and clutching her upper chest. The beverage cart attendant quickly recognized a customer in trouble and sent the busboy to call 911, while he administered the Heimlich maneuver. A crowd quickly gathered that did not include Ellen and Kay, who remained riveted to their chairs for seven whole minutes until the ambulance arrived.

In a matter of minutes the curly-haired woman emerged from the crowd, still gasping, strapped securely on a gurney. Two well-trained EMS volunteers steered her to the waiting ambulance, while a third scooped up her belongings.

The last they saw of the distressed cat-burglar, she disappeared behind the ambulance doors, ……………. The Dillard’s bag perched on her stomach!!

This just shows that, God does have a sense of humor.

(AND once in awhile….He allows us to witness it.)

the quran states that all previous religious books are to be revered. so doesn’t that support Israel’s claim to the promised land? sura 4:136”o” ye who believe, ”believe in allah and his apostle, and the scripture which he sent to those before him. any who denieth allah, his angels, his BOOKS, his apostles, and the day of judgment hath gone to far astray; sura 3:84; we believe in allah, and what has been revealed to us and what was revealed to abraham, ismail, isaac, jacob and the tribes of Israel, and in the books given to moses, jesus and the prophets, from their lord. we make no distinction between one and another among them. sura 17:104 ” and thereafter allah said to the children of israel; dwell securely in the promised land. and when the last warning comes to past, we will gather you togather in a mingled crowed; muslims claim ”o” they broke a treaty; please! provide proof that all knowing allah is wrong and they broke a treaty or that these suras from allah are wrong.
aki; why are you talking about a golden calf? the question has nothing to do with it.
ryu; isreal has a population of 7.5 million 2.5 million of them are muslim and hold full citizenship and live in peace with the jews and don’t want the jews attacked. so why do you?
it’s a good thing allah allows lies.