I am a fighter. I have been brought up in the darkness of subjugation, in the plight of suppression and have been taught to fight for my cause, against those that conspire against us, those that wish for us to be weakened and silenced of our beliefs and intentions, those that want us to stay mooted, and eventually wither away.

I am a fighter. I have grown with many pains, with a world of suffering, to those that I can count as family, and those that are as close as family. They have gone through too much for me to lay back and be silent, for them, for me, and for my people, I will fight till my last breath; for our liberation, and for our freedom.

I am a fighter. They call me a terrorist, but I call myself a soldier of liberation; this nation, my people, and my faith means more than what a faction of human beings place upon us, and I will ensure that my every action reflects this inner revolt.

I am a fighter. ‘Whatever it takes’ is what I chant. Be it targeted missions, or public displays of violence; harming both the oppressor, and those that live among the oppressors, I will send out a message to the world, let them know that we will not be silenced, that we are willing to use the most basic means of disturbance in order to be heard. I will kill civilians as well as soldiers, for my faith tells me that there is no line between a commoner and an invader in my own land. I will die among the invaders, among the women, the children… for my nation, for my faith, and for our prosperity in years to come.

… The crazy thing to me is that, some people might read this and feel proud and amazed by the magnitude of passion that one can have for a cause, and others will identify what ridiculous influences fundamentalism can have on a person.