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My theory on why Muslims are cruel

Why are Muslims so cruel compared to others?
Muslims got evolved in the deserts where, some decades ago, it was impossible for people to find food and other things to live with. There was no vegetation and is not today either. But there used to live some sort of animals which Muslims used to feed upon. This was the only way they got food to survive and survival is the most common desire of any person or creature in the world. This caused frequent killings of animals there for food. Continuously, doing this for years and years, they got accustomed  to it and had developed within themselves a cruel heart. Also this fact supports the abundance of oil in the deserts. The skeletons of the animals killed eventually turned out to be what we call the most important fuel today.
This is just my opinion about the topic and I do not intend to hurt any Muslim person by this article.
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