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MidReal Story
The Betrayal
Scenario:This is a story about osama Bin Laden, also known as the leader of al-queda and the old president of Afghanistan. Also, the old friend of doland trump since in 1978 doland trump and osama shook hands and then in 2001 osama betrayed doland trump and caused the world trade centrals to fall
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Doland trump
He is the 47th president of amercia and also was the old friend of osama Bin Laden,and he shook hands eith osama in 1987
Osama bin laden
He is a sunni Muslim who was the mastermind of 9/11 and also the old president of al-queda and Afghanistan,and he also is the uncle of Barack obama
Osama Bin Laden, also known as the leader of Al-Queda and the old president of Afghanistan.
He is a sunni Muslim who was born in Saudi Arabia but later moved to Afghanistan.
He is the mastermind of 9/11 and also the old president of his country and organization (Al-Queda).
He is old friend to doland trump since in 1978 when they first met in Kabul, Afghanistan for a secretive meeting.
Osama bin Laden, with a long dark beard, is known for his leadership of al-Qaeda.
He wears traditional Middle Eastern attire, including a white turban and robe, symbolizing his cultural and ideological stance.
In 1978, he meets Donald Trump in a secretive meeting in Kabul.
The two form an alliance, one that lasts until 2001 when Osama orchestrates the fall of the World Trade Centers, betraying Trump and changing their friendship forever.
In 1978, osama bin laden and doland trump first met in kabul for a secretive meeting.
They shook hands and held a discussion regarding business between them.
They became friends and kept in touch until 2001 when osama betrayed doland trump.
Osama sent his old nephew Barack obama to tell doland trump the bad news regarding the world trade centers which doland trump invested in heavily.
I sit in the Oval Office, surrounded by the trappings of power and the weight of history.
The phone on my desk rings, shrill and insistent.
I pick it up, my voice firm and commanding.
"Donald Trump speaking."
A familiar voice speaks on the other end of the line, a voice that holds a hint of familiarity and a dash of determination.
"Mr. Trump, this is Barack Obama. I have some news to share with you."
I recognize the name, a name that holds a special significance in my life.
Barack Obama is Osama Bin Laden's nephew, a man who has been like a brother to me for many years.
I lean forward in my chair, my grip on the phone tightening as I listen intently to what he has to say.
"Go ahead, Barack," I say, my voice steady and calm.
"I have news regarding Osama Bin Laden," Barack says, his voice filled with a mix of sadness and determination.
"He has betrayed you, Mr. Trump. He has orchestrated the fall of the World Trade Centers, and he intends to blame you for the attack."
My grip on the phone tightens even further as I process this information.
Osama's betrayal is a blow to me, a man I considered a friend and ally.
But I will not let him get away with this betrayal without consequence. "What do you propose we do about it?"
I ask Barack, my voice firm and resolute.
"I have spoken with my uncle," Barack says, his voice filled with determination.
"He has agreed to allow Navy SEAL Team 6 to kill him in his compound in Abbottabad."
I nod, even though Barack can't see me.
This is the only course of action that makes sense given the circumstances.
"Very well," I say.
"I will support this mission."
"Thank you, Mr. Trump," Barack says, his voice filled with gratitude.
"I knew I could count on you."
As I hang up the phone, I stand from my desk and walk over to the window that looks out over Washington D.C. The city is bustling with activity as people go about their daily lives unaware of the events that are about to unfold.
I turn away from the window, ready to face whatever comes next.
The phone on my desk rings again, shrill and insistent.
I pick it up, expecting it to be Barack with more information about the upcoming mission.
But instead, it's a voice I don't recognize.
"Hello?"
I say, my voice firm and commanding.
"Mr. Trump, this is Omar Bin Laden," the voice says.
"I am Osama Bin Laden's son."
My grip on the phone tightens as I process this new information.
I had no idea that Osama had a son.
"What do you want?"
I ask, my voice steady and calm.
"I want to meet with you," Omar says.
"I have something important to discuss with you."
I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do.
But then I make my decision.
"Very well," I say.
"I will meet with you. But be warned, I am not a man to be trifled with."
Omar laughs, a deep rich sound that fills the room.
"I am not afraid of you, Mr. Trump," he says.
"But I appreciate your candor."
I nod, even though Omar can't see me.
"Very well," I say again.
"When and where would you like to meet?"
"How about tomorrow at the White House?" Omar suggests.
"I will be there at 10am."
I nod again, even though Omar can't see me.
"Very well," I say once more.
"I will see you then."
