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A country silent for centuries, now rushing into NATO’s arms the moment Russia growls. Finland—once neutral, now bold enough to mock others’ beliefs while hiding behind the West’s shadow. Some of its “free individuals” confuse insult with intellect, mocking religions and cultures under the guise of freedom.
But geography is destiny. Finland hugs NATO not out of principle, but fear. And fear breeds aggression not civility. Targeting sacred values isn’t strength; it’s insecurity screaming out loud.
We, Turks and Muslims, do not exist to be tolerated we exist because we endured. We’re not swaying pines; we are mountains. EVEN Snow may fall, stones may strike but we stand firm. Always.
O ANAN DOMALTILACAK