Every alliance is a chain. Every chain pulls dozens of others behind it. NATO, the SCO, the CSTO, the Turkic world, the axes of interests and pipelines — all of it a web, where every move of one spider sends tremors through the entire net.
That is why our lands are still occupied.
Not because we are weak. Not because we are wrong. But because truth has long ceased to be sufficient grounds for action in geopolitics — what is also needed is the moment when action becomes profitable or inevitable for enough players at once.
Turkey is a lie cast in bronze and dressed in a diplomatic suit.
Brotherhood? Their brotherhood is the embrace of a python.
And we must look at this with open eyes — without illusions, without "strategic partnerships," without bowing before Atatürk — because our land does not wait for us to learn how to be polite to those who are sitting on it.
The first — time and exhaustion. Years of diplomacy, accumulation of strength, economic pressure, shifting balances. This is the path of the tortoise, for whom every step is pain — but who moves. It demands one thing from us: do not surrender before the one who crushes us falls first.
The second — global destabilization. The moment when the alliance system tears under its own weight, and all the rules are rewritten from scratch. But this path is like fire: it may clear space for something new, or it may burn us along with everything else. This is the path of world war.
We choose the first path — because we do not wish to be the cause of another's grief for the sake of our own liberation.
But we refuse to wait passively. Our struggle is every day: in weapons, in words, in memory, in the children we raise with the understanding of what belongs to them.
The world is bound by knots. But knots come undone — especially when there are hands that do not let go.
