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The new country is not like the old country, but it is where I firmly belong. It is sharper here, it is more dangerous, but in its vast expanse a man is afforded greater freedoms. It is far from the shores of the old country.

Freedom is not free, its price is constant vigilance. Like the Picts, it does not come without a fight. A defensive struggle. The wicked seek to deprive the free man of his freedom at every waking moment in a corrupt quest for power.

I see a storm approaching in the distance, a great machine that seeks to subdue every free man and make him into a slave. My religion commands the oppressed to fight and struggle against oppression until it is no more, it compels multitudes into ranks and rows to fight for God. I see a final stand of God believing men against a global, godless tyranny.

One of the most common themes in the Persian art of rug making is the garden carpet. A scene of a walled garden, a paradise of meadows and streams surrounded by high walls. In the Koran, it is stated that God is pleased when believers array themselves in rows to struggle for Him like a firm wall. We, the believers, are the wall itself, and the way of life of God believing people is our garden.

Victory is assured to the faithful. I do not doubt for a moment that God's holy justice will prevail over godless tyranny.