Yes. Yes I promote terrorism.

My honour, my blood. It's not a choice.

They're murdering us. Raping our women.

I call for violent uprising. The thought of taking matters in my own hands grows daily. I, still, think.. there's plenty of childless 40+ people. I yet have to encounter love. But then again, we ruled the world once. Should I really be scared of setting the pace.. think of consequences.. It's all made to believe scripted reality. Death will set me free.

I don't think I have a choice.
I hate the fear and agony, pain.
I'd love to live, but all there is, is a genocide a war. I must not be weak, I must be brave, and fight for the future of my people. God will protect me.