Battal Alqhtani / Malware developer

I did not arrive at socialism through pamphlets parades or the polite lectures of professors I inherited it slowly without sermons from my father who never preached a doctrine but lived one From him I learned the old heavy law of the tribes respect the people and the people will shield you cross a man's honor his dignity or his blood and the world will return that blow sooner or later with interest These are the red lines of my republic I do not step over them and I do not forgive those who do My commanders were never only the men who raised me History handed me others Saddam Hussein who stood alone at the gallows without tremor defiant in the face of occupation Omar Al-Mukhtar the Lion of the Desert whose rifle spoke longer than any colonial treaty Joseph Stalin the steel forge of the East who turned peasants into an army and an army into an empire and Napoleon Bonaparte the artillery officer who rewrote Europe at the point of a bayonet I learned from them that a man is measured not by what he accumulates but by what he refuses to surrender Later in silence and long nights of lamp-oil and black coffee I was schooled by two Germans Arthur Schopenhauer taught me that the will is a sleepless pitiless hunger beneath every mask and that to see it clearly is already half a victory over it Friedrich Nietzsche taught me to bury every idol to distrust every consolation and to carve my own tablets of value from the stone of my own back I carry them both like sidearms Schopenhauer in the left hand for the diagnosis Nietzsche in the right for the cure