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The LIES 🤥. There were many lies and things that didn't add up. I joined forces to find out what happened to my brother. I was in shock. I didn't want to talk about the past or gossip or hangups. My partner was supportive but the things they said were more insane than in the past.  They kept going on about The Golum in chief hacking their laptop and emails and thought I'd helped him because I was good at IT. (I've got a recording but unfortunately it can't be played). If he ever wants to listen to it, it could be arranged. Then it went on to how she was going to get him for not taking speeding points. Shes waiting for the HeadMaster to die so she can screw the Golum in chief up. Next is the Magram, they claim she works for the Jews willingly but the Gobi, they say she's stupid but is protected by the Ogli. They have a special relationship and always kept in touch apparently. Is blood really thicker than water?  They even tried to break us both apart...

The call to action. Farooq Ali. #JusticeForFarooqAli  #MurderAtRamadaByWyndham  One day browsing on WhatsApp stories. I came across the Oglibears. A story by someone she pays off - TLTP. Murder at Ramada. I actually thought it was a legitimate and independent news company in Pakistan. But no the owner is related to her lawyer. Her lawyer is aware of Farooq's illness but he's fleecing money out of the Oglibear and she's yet again the dunderhead.  I reached out and said I couldn't believe it. I asked her what did the postmortem come up with. I told her about a woman that lives on the end of Hastings Street called Petunia, who saw me in Al Halal and claimed Farooq was murdered.  The Oglibear replied Petunias son Tumour, works for the British Secret Services and he got Farooq arrested in Pakistan claiming he was a security risk.  The Oglibear claimed that Farooq's phone was hacked, apparently there was a handwritten note on his hotel room table with Ogli...

The funeral - #JusticeForFarooqAli Well the funeral day arrived.  A 🙊 communicated in a way but given the 🙊 behaviour recently, they didn't deserve an appropriate response. Taking advantage for their own agenda - atrocious behaviour of a 🙊. But 🙊 naturally act like this. Childish & back stabbers. Never trust a 🙊.  Anyway, the funeral was held in Pakistan but before then, the Imam of the BD5 (Bradford postcode) mosque kindly gave us time to pray and reflect. Read the holy Quran and ask Allah swt to forgive Farooq's sins and allow him into paradise.  My partner and I were one of the first ones to attend the mosque. Upon arriving, an old woman (the Panda nicknamed her the Witch) opened her gob and spurted why my partner needed to be there. We ignored the Witch as its better to rise above those that prefer drama.  The 🙊 even said my partner shouldn't have been there. Even if she didn't know Farooq, she knew what his death meant to me, so she came to...

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#JusticeForFarooqAli  It was an evening in March 2022. I was sitting down watching TV with my partner after eating an enjoyable meal she cooked for both of us. Suddenly, the phone rings, it's not who I expected. I reluctantly picked up the phone, hoping I didn't have to hear more drivel from a hypocrite. Someone was using his phone, a parents voice. Her voice faltering she squeaked a few words, Farooq is ill I'm going to Pakistan. Less than a minutes conversation resulted in knowing that they'd be going in less than 2 hours.  I was shocked. (I realised after that I wasn't set to be called or told at all but only for the good nature and heart of one of her friends that had persuaded her to call). It didn't bother me, I'd been shocked already when they didn't call me when my parent had a heart attack. Caring about the life of someone else was funny to them.  Our relationship was doomed when my marriage was agreed/fixed with another. The backwar...

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The beginning - #JusticeForFarooqAli It's, I'm sure, understood among many that from the start of this campaign till now - it's been a rocky ride. Not just for me but for those following the story intently. I'm grateful to all my supporters, contacts and backers. I wouldn't have survived the fabricated backlash if it wasn't for them. I admit I wasn't ready for it.