I'm not advocating for a superpower. My concern isn't about having power, as that's impossible. My concern could be about having the power to re-establish justice, law, peace, and brotherhood in the world. In this sense, I might have a dream of a superpower. Once more.

The children of this country have been dragged to the brink of such a despicable complex, turned into leashed grasshoppers in love with their executioner, that when someone talks about Türkiye becoming a superpower, they're treated with disdain and given a sarcastic response immediately!

Remember! Türkiye was a superpower yesterday! It was a superpower for a millennium!

The countries that can be considered superpowers today were once in the same league as us, in the premier league! They were great powers! England, France, Germany, the U.S., China, India, and of course Russia.

It's all a matter of dreams; the ability to see great dreams, to have the will, ability, and courage to make them come true!

That's why I'll tell you this: You are as big as your dreams... You are as big as the size, greatness, depth, and originality of your dreams...

And secondly, the more you can turn your dreams into reality, the more you exceed the capacity of your dreams. You exceed yourself. As much as you can exceed yourself, you have the opportunity to gradually turn your dreams into reality.

Those who don't have dreams can't escape from being slaves to the dreams of others!

Ask yourself: Are you living your own dreams or someone else's?

In this sense, I see and celebrate imagination, dream, and claim as synonyms. I consider imagination valuable, and curse the lack of it.

Imagination is revitalizing, but imagination without foundation is fatal before it's even born!

Our children do not have the confidence of a country that has made world history for a millennium!

The shoulders of the children of a country that has made world history for a millennium are upright, their horizons limitless, their claims great, their dreams magnificent, and their imaginations boundless!

When a society loses its dreams, its world is invaded by ghosts.

They have destroyed our dreams... Our dreams of humanity... Our grand aspirations for civilization... Our ability to dream!

They have stolen our dreams. They have destroyed our ambitions. They have destroyed our spirit. How can the children of a society whose spirit has been destroyed dream big dreams, have grand aspirations, and make great claims?

That's why yesterday, the countries that made history with us, and whose scale, caliber, and quality of history-making far surpass my own, the British, the French, the Germans, continue to dream big, to grow their ambitions, to make history. But they have stolen the dreams of this country's children, and even destroyed their ability to dream!

Yesterday, the superpowers that we once stood among, the British and the Germans, are still pursuing their century-old dreams, tracing the footsteps of their aspirations from Berlin to Basra, known as the 7B strategy, and fighting to make them a reality on a global scale.

The French, Chinese, and Indians are doing the same.

The theft of our dreams is a grave injustice that has been inflicted upon us. When a society loses its ability to dream, its world is overrun by ghosts. Our dreams have been taken away from us, our grandiose aspirations, our vision for a great civilization, and our imagination have all been destroyed.

They have stolen our dreams, our ambitions, our very soul. How can the children of a society whose spirit has been crushed, be expected to dream big and have great aspirations? The very essence of their being has been robbed from them.

That is why yesterday's superpowers, the British, the French, and the Germans, who have achieved historical feats that are incomparable to the quality and caliber of my own accomplishments, continue to dream big, and strive to realize their aspirations on a global scale. However, the children of this country have had their dreams stolen, and even their ability to dream has been eradicated.

The British, once a superpower along with us, are tracing the footprints of their centuries-old dreams and taking steps towards their realization on a global level. Similarly, the Germans, who were once a superpower with me, are pursuing their centuries-old aspirations, which extend from Berlin to Basra in the form of the 7B strategy, and are fighting to achieve them step by step on a global scale.

The French, Chinese, and Indians are also pursuing their dreams in the same manner. The theft of our dreams is a tragedy that we cannot overlook. It is an affliction that has plagued our society, and it is our duty to reclaim what has been taken from us.

The tragedy of Türkiye is that it is the only country in the world where dreams are stolen, souls are destroyed, and the ability to dream is evaporated. While the British, French, Germans, Chinese, Russians, and Indians continue to dream the same dreams they saw two or three centuries ago, and even expand upon them, Türkiye is left behind. Superpowers of yesterday are still superpowers today, except for Türkiye.

But why is this the case?

The problem with Türkiye is that it fails to recognize that the source of humanity's salvation lies within itself. As children of this country, we have been deprived of the ability to dream big, to have great aspirations, and to nurture our dreams. We have been dwarfed, turned into epistemological and political slaves, and transformed into obedient minions to our executioners.

The most brilliant and intelligent children of the country have been turned into tamed grasshoppers, wearing collars of affection for their executioners. The masonic-baronial networks have sold and slaughtered the most talented children of the country, drowning them in money, power, and fame. They have turned them into obedient minions, in love with their executioners.

The problem with Türkiye is that it does not know what its problem is. It has become a tragicomedy, incapable of seeing that the country has been taken away from us, and that we have become epistemological slaves. The children of secular Türkiye cannot dream big, have great aspirations, or nurture their dreams. Their souls have been destroyed, their spiritual roots have withered, their language has been reduced to bird language, and their religion has been reduced to rags. They are insulted, cursed, and humiliated every single day. How can they dream big, have great aspirations, and nurture their dreams?

As a child of a noble history that has dragged the world's history a thousand years ahead, and of a precious civilization, I see it as my sole duty to dream and enlarge the dream of a country that will turn Türkiye into a superpower again, and to find ways to make it happen, to create a new world where humanity can live humanely. In this world where the screws are loose, there is no other actor than Türkiye/me who has a pure, merciful, profound, clean, and rooted civilizational experience that grants the right to life to everyone else.

A person lives as much as they can dream. A person who cannot dream lives the dreams of others and cannot break free from being the subject of others' dreams.

So, what kind of youth? The kind that will establish a new era, flow like a waterfall, and bear fruit.

Is it a dream?

Even the dream itself is beautiful!

Is it a fairytale?

Were Yunus, Sinan, and Itrî fairytales too?