I beg you, most merciful and kind God of my predecessors, please forgive me. I have lost all dignity, all honour. I could not help it when I saw my hometown burning the children starving and the women trying to smile to them. Their blood has been spilled for many years and I have made sure that every drop of blood of theirs was replaced with blood of the enemy. But then one day the enemy refused to continue the fire. They must have left the ruling to women, how else can they let their own blood be spilled and not replace it? We do not forget the suffering of our people from one day to the next so the fire does not die out from one day to the next. But there came no reaction. Slowly everybody started blaming us for firing and said they were afraid that providing us with goods would be like loading our guns and by it inflicting upon themselves a curse of the most merciful and kind God. Most merciful and kind God, I try my best every day, I always did, but I don't think I can do this much longer. I do not wish to sacrifice the smile of my children. I will do it only if you demand me to do so. Please let me know the will of the most merciful and kind God.