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"Thanks for the food, Iran, I appreciate it!"

"It's nothing, Palestine, you know you can always count on me!"

Hezbollah and Hamas were watching television in another room. Hamas looked around Iran's home while Hezbollah was focused on the television. Suddenly, he grabbed the man's arm and threw both Hamas and his hands into the air 

"MOTA!"

Hezbollah screamed happily and Hamas giggled, meanwhile Iran giggled and Palestine looked at him confused. he got up from his chair to inspect the two men in the other room. "What's all the fuss about?" he said in an angry tone

"MOTA," both Hezbollah and Hamas said in unison. Palestine looked at them in confusion. he thought for a moment, trying to decipher what "MOTA" means and why Hezbollah is so happy about this MOTA thing, before Palestine could say anything, Iran interrupted him

"MOTA stands for missiles on Tel Aviv, just a silly little acronym Hezbollah invented. I'm surprised that out of everyone here, you don't know what it means."

"An amazing way to start iftar, don't you think, Palestine?"

Hamas said, and Palestine giggled. Hezbollah stared proudly at the television. Those missiles were a work of his dear friend Ansarallah or houthi, as most people call him Hezbollah explained in a proud tone and then in a second he started to tell everyone in the room the story of the houthi movement

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"Dear Comrade PFLP, I have written this letter to you just to know, ¿How are you? I hope that the answer is well. I have sent you this letter just to tell you a little secret, but first ¿How is DLPF? I hope he's also okay, and how can I forget Abu Ali Mustafa! That kid holds great power to someday become a revolutionary just like you! So I hope he gets to grow stronger and stronger every day, but to the point that the secret I have to tell you is ¡you're my favorite PLO member! don't tell fatah or dflp they're gonna kill me if they ever know that that's everything I have to tell you may this letter reach you in gaza dear comrade"

PFLP smiled and giggled while reading the letter. He couldn't believe a scary and intimidating man like the soviet union could ever send such a silly letter to someone. PFLP left the letter on his desk and went downstairs to talk with the rest of the PLO after all it was dinner time and he was hungry

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While cleaning Syria's old basement Iran has found a certain box inside it this box contained weird photos of Syria something that both Iran and Iraq wanna forget

After viewing them all they got out of the room crying not because their friend Syria was dead but because they have found this twink photos

They cried and Iran told Iraq that they need to get rid of the photos somewhere a place we're absolutely nobody can find these horrendous torture devices

So they buried it under a random forest in Yemen and then burned the evidence ( the photos not the forest don't don't burn forests that's bad )

And now Iran and Iraq can finally sleep in peace without remembering Syria's twink photos

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"I hate you so much I could hit you in the head with a frying pan right here right now" Hamas said looking Fatah directly to his black eyes

"I hate you so much I would remove my eyes with an spoon right now only to not see your ugly face" Fatah said looking directly at Hamas red eyes

Then they kissed under the moonlight even if they both hated eachother with every fiver of their beings they would stay united for the future of Palestine

And some years later Al aqsa was born! Fatah was the one pregnant before you ask

Syria I love you you're one of my best friends but why did you tell me a yaoi enemys to lovers story WITH MY FATHER FIGURES?

Don't lie you loved it I saw your face while I was telling it

Well that's no lie I really did like it!

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Two men were standing on a beach. The sound of joy and laughter filled the background Gaza, and the others were playing on the beach. PFLP and Hamas stared at them with joy in their eyes. Suddenly, Hamas touched PFLP's shoulder 

"PFLP ¿would you like to protect the Gaza Strip with me?

"¿are you proposing to me?

"What"

Both men said in unison