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UK hate preacher Bakri paid cash for his daughter's boob job

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29 09 08 - 13:50
"Her dad's ashamed of her behaviour but she'd have never have become a pole dancer if he hadn't paid for her bigger boobs," The Sun quoted a friend of Bakri's daughter, Yasmin Foostok, as saying.

"She was always self-conscious about her size and managed to convince him she should have it done. She played the daddy's girl and said it would make her feel more of a mother when she was breast-feeding her children. He went along with it and even went to the top London clinic with her where he paid for the surgery in cash," she added.

"The rest of the family were set against it, but he insisted she should have her way if it would make her a better mother. But it backfired disastrously because her new figure encouraged her to go out and flaunt her new body, " the unnamed friend said.
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So the Muslim father, with his family values, feels he has to pay for his daughter to have this operation in order that she can better breast-feed? How many Muslims are falling for this western idiocy, and really imagining this would help with breastfeeding? Really it totally harms any chance of breastfeeding, even potentially poisoning a child! And this fact is not mentioned in the article so the ignorance persists. That is totally corrupt and that is the modern society that we must destroy.

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