the guerrilla wins if it doesn’t lose; this mantra reverberates through the marrow of those who fight not merely for territory but for a heartbeat, whispering our land, sea, and fate. yet, in this maelstrom—an assemblage lost in their own aspirations—navigating through this lying FREE world where truth is but a specter that eludes our grasp, laughing at the absurdity of our plight ~ فضحناكو يا أنذال ~