Son of Palestine, Moon over Jerusalem, Light of the Semites, Refuge of the World, Shadow of the Lord on Earth,
A humble particle of dust offers salutations from down under your expensively-dressed and glorious feet, and welcomes you back to the land of bombs and missiles, cold milk and canned honey. With deep interest and in humble submission, I read your stirring thoughts in Dawn of Pakistan on the plight of Kosovo and the nefarious imperial intervention therein to advance its own purposes. Since in your wisdom and forbearance you have forsaken your abject Batman, this glorious essay is the one august sign I have of your return to the not-so-glorious belly of the best. I enclose an abject effort on the subject which, unfortunately, was written and dispatched before I could enlighten my dusty self and decorate my humble effort with a quotation or two from your brilliant observations.
As always, with due respect and the humblest of submission, I remain,
Eqbal of no consequence.