How Zionists Work

The Panchatantra, meaning “Five Principles” was originally a canonical collection of Hindu as well as Pali animal fables in verse and prose. The original Sanskrit text, now long lost, and which some scholars believe was composed in the 3rd century BCE, is attributed to Vishnu Sarma.

Based on the Panchatantra, Ibn Al Muqaffa compiled a version in exequisit Arabic style, and named it after two major animal characters in the book, Kalila Wa Dimnah (Kalilah and Dimnah). Scholars aver that the second section of Ibn Al-Muqaffa translation, illustrating the Sanskrit principle of Mitra Laabha (Gaining Friends), became the unifying basis for the Brethren of Purity, in Arabic (Ikhwan Al Safa) - the anonymous 9th century CE Arab encyclopedists whose prodigious literary effort, Encyclopedia of the Brethren of Sincerity, codified Indian, Persian and Greek knowledge.

Ikhwan Al Safa

After the Muslim invasion of Persia (Iran) Ibn Al-Muqaffa's 750 CE Arabic version emerges as the pivotal surviving text that enriches world literature. From Arabic it was transmitted in 1080 to Greece, in 1252 into Spain and thence to the rest of Europe.

I've read the complete translation of Ibn Al Muqqaffa when I was pretty young, and most of the time I understood the morals of the fables. The thing that amazes me about fables whether they are quoted from "Kalilah Wa Dimnah" or Aesop’s is the stories when I read them now, I find that they are not close-ended stories. They have plug-in moral feature like an algebraic equation. One of the Indian fable I have read at a pretty young age was the story of the "The Brahman Monk and the Mouse". With a bit of variation as I am writting the parable out of my memory, it goes as follows...

Illustration from "Kalilah Wa Dimnah"

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The Brahman Monk and The Little Mouse

By: Aadel M Al-Mahdy

Once upon a time, there was a very biased Brahman monk who lived on simplest basics necessities in a cave in the mountains. His groins were wrapped in a rag, his hair and beard so long and his skin was as rough as elephant skin. He contemplated all the times in attempts to transcend himself to unchanging infinite an immanent reality. Years lapsed and he was still persistent in his contemplation. But one day when awoke, as usual, at dawn-break, he found a golden coin under his little pillow. He was very happy. Taking the occurrence as a good omen, he then went to the nearest village to buy some real food as he has been living on whatever the wild nature allowed him to eat. The next day when awoke, he found another golden coin. This went on for a while until the monk had a little fortune.

One day, after he has awaken, but this time late in the after noon as he fat and spoilt, he immediately lifted up his pillow, but found nothing. There was no golden coin. The monk became upset; his whole heart by now was totally in the little fortune he has accumulated.

What was happening is a little mouse, living in a nearby sub-terrain treasure room used to drag the coins and leave them under the monk’s pillow, because the mouse was upset with the monk who never had extra food for him to eat and had to venture finding food in the wild in the presence of hawks and eagles.

Uanaware of the little mouse trick, because he lost all his wits, the monk who became dependant on the coins was very upset, but the little mouse was laughing in his sleeves, because he finally had his revenge.

The End

The above fable illustrates how the Jews work. They're the little mouse who gets non-Jews addicted and dependant on the golden coin which is their entire BS, flooding the media in the guise of liberalism, sex, and modernization, etc. In the meantime, they're laughing in their sleeves.

Why not! Many of the "Goyim" are fools unaware that they are being dragged to the slaughter house to become kosher beef.

Another story my grand mother told me.

The Camel and The Mill's owner

By: Aadel M Al-Mahdy

Once upon a time, there was man who owned a mill. He operated and resided in the mill. One night when he was deeply asleep as he worked very hard during the day, he heard too much commotion and loud knocking on the mill’s door. He dragged himself out of his warm bed and went to find the source of the noise. When he opened the door, a camel popped his head in; tears running down his cheeks, and his body shaking.

“Please kind, Sir” the camel said, “It is so cold and windy outside here. Will you be so kind to allow me to keep my head inside your mill? The warmth of your mill will help me in this windy and cold night. The kindhearted mill’ owner could not refuse, and went back to bed.

But after a while, he heard the same noise again. So he went straight to the door. “You have been so kind to me, dear Sir” The camel said; his long neck this time was inside the mill, “Will you be so kind again and let me keep my nick inside your house”. The mill’s owner agreed and went straight to his bed.

Again after a while the same noise awoke him. “What is it now camel?” The mill's owner aked. “Oh, I was just trying to place my front legs inside your warm mill. Would you…” The camel said with a big smile on his face. “Ok, but stop making this noise!” The mill’s said, “I am tired and I want to sleep. Tomorrow is a very busy day”. The camel replied, “Sure, sure, and thank from the bottom of my heart.

After a while, the mill’s owner awoke to the same noise again. This time he found the camel trying to accommodate the rest of his body inside the mill.

“Sorry!” The camel apologized, “There will be no more noise now”, and then lay down on the floor. The mill’s owner went back to his bed, but this time, he couldn’t sleep, because the room was too tiny to accommodate him and the camel. So he explained the situation to the camel and asked him to leave, since the night was almost gone, and the dawn was about to break, and he had to get prepared for the day.

“Do you know what the camel said to the mill’s owner?” My grandmother asked me. “What, grandma?” I inquired. “The camel said: ‘Then you leave. I’m staying’ “ And then with a smile on her face, my grandmother asked me again, "Do you know what the moral of the story is?"

"Some people wien to take advantage of kind-hearted people. They end up usurping your own house" I said. "Bravo!' My grandmother said, "And also those victims do not realize that this is what is going to happen until it is too late"

The End

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