https://yalibnan.com/2021/03/24/143857/
A Lebanese comes to the mufti and says, «Mufti, I have such a hard life, I have 10 children, we all live in the same room, there is no money, the house is dirty, stench, children screaming, pushing, dirty diapers everywhere ... a nightmare ... .... "
The Mufti says «Buy to home Hezbolla»
Lebanese: What kind of Hezbolla? Why? How will I take Hezbolla to the apartment !!!!!!! ???????
Mufti: «Buy a Hezbolla»
The Lebanese thought — thought, went and bought a Hezbolla. Bring it home.
A week later, he comes to the mufti, mufti asks him “How is life?” The Lebanese wringes his hands, shouts: “Even worse, this Hezbolla in a one-room apartment with 10 children, shits everywhere, breaks everything, tears, butts everyone, children jump on it , rage, the stench is everywhere .... horror ... "
The Mufti says «Sell the Hezbolla»
The Lebanese is terribly surprised, says «What ??? why did I buy it ???»
Mufti: «Sell the Hezbolla»
Lebanese thought, thought, went and sold the Hezbolla
A week later, a Lebanese comes to the mufti and says «God, mufti, how good I am ....»