Between Cyrus and Khomeini: Iran, the Jews, and Israel
Sometimes, the most dangerous thing in the Middle East is not a missile but a miss.
Sometimes, the most dangerous thing in the Middle East is not a missile but a miss.
Khamenei may be weaker than before, but he still sits on a mechanism that knows how to suppress, wait, and survive.
And anyone who thinks a mouse can’t bite doesn’t understand the Middle East.
If you are weak, isolated, and hate America loudly – you are a candidate
It doesn’t matter if you are in Caracas, Tehran, Havana, or on Twitter.
With or without baklava — it’s time to stop underestimating the new Sultan of the Middle East.
Because while Iran is still building the bomb, Turkey is already filming the series that will make you fall in love with whoever holds it.
Coming this fall to a conflict zone near you: the geopolitical soap opera where yesterday’s enemy is tomorrow’s BFF – and the only constant is chaos.
“In the Middle East, peace isn’t the opposite of war—it’s just foreplay.”
World War III hasn’t started with bombs or troop movements, It began quietly, stealthily — in towns and cities across the West.
A war of demographics, of identity, of who is allowed to speak, and who must shut up.
If you fell asleep in 1995 and woke up in October 2025, you would be flipping through the news and asking yourself: “What the hell happened to Belgium?!”
A country that for most of the world symbolized chocolate, a beautiful Brussels square, and beer with a perfect foam — has become a battleground between a tired Western culture and an ideology that believes the 7th century is the high-tech of values
As of October 2025, one thing is already clear: Gaza does not need a “renovation.” It needs a reboot.
Only one question remains open – why, in the name of common sense, would anyone want to rehabilitate Gaza, how long is it supposed to take, and most importantly – who the hell is supposed to live there afterwards?
If you look up the definition of “enemy in disguise,” you won’t find it in the lexicon of Western diplomats – but you will find it in reality, with a burgundy flag and a curved sword in the middle. It’s called Qatar.
Sometimes, it seems like history is drunk, going around in circles with a glass of raki in hand. Here, a hundred years after the collapse of the Ottoman Empire, the guy who wants to wear the robe is back. This time, he’s not a sultan with a turban and seventy concubines, but a politician in a suit, holding a NATO passport, and his name is Recep Tayyip Erdogan.