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He told everything before leaving; he dared when no one else could. He stood by the truth until his final breath. He was threatened and intimidated, but did not bow down. Ultimately, he was hunted down in a distant land, simply for daring to expose the nefarious actions of...

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He also mentioned the following 👇👇

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InshaAllah Arshad Sharif Shaheed will get justice and we all will see that all of them suffer who made his life different who make his family's life so difficult we will see them suffering InshaAllah

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#MandateThieves Arshad Sharif's work, and in so fearlessly exposing Brutus' of Pakistan, will be remembered and written in golden words.

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Bajwa used his global mafia network to get Arshad. Pakistan must get hold of all the evidence and accompanying people for investigation.

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He was a romantic guy, passionately in love with this country and its people. We will never forget

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#وہ_کون_تھا #وہ_غدار_باجوہ_تھا

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This loss felt like a personal loss. Allah will suffice you.

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😢 کیسے پیارے انسان کو ظلم کا نظام نگل گیا ۔ اللہ بہترین مقام دے اللہ پیارے نبی کا ساتھ دے ۔ اللہ اپنے محبوب بندوں میں شامل کرے ۔ آمین

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