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Brothers, Sisters, if you had any doubts at all, this story is a reminder why we continue our Godly mission. Until every man, woman and child is safely Christian (preferably white), we cannot cease praying for the return of Christ and Revelation.
Fortunately the terrorists are weak - they turn up their nose at divine justice and lose their beliefs.
Whereas we are strong! Stay strong, Brothers and Sisters, and we will be martyred like our Savior and rewarded with eternity in Paradise.
I was ready to die for the Taliban.
[H]e explains how he was lured by the promise of glory and that he came to believe a direct route to paradise was to sacrifice his life fighting for "a pure Islamic society".
"They told us that the world had become infidel and godless, and only martyrdom would take a person to heaven," he says. "The conditions were very ripe for extremism."
"We were hungry, poor, sexually repressed and powerless. These promises were like hope for us," Mr Banayee says.
"I had internalised these beliefs. I had convinced myself that the afterlife was better and that I desired it."
"My entire life, I had struggled with doubts about my masculinity and a suppressed desire to be seen as brave," he says. "Now that I carried a gun on my shoulder, I felt as though the world was under my feet. Every day, I put on a huge silk turban, picked up my gun, and roamed around the village as if I owned the Earth."
[H]e explains how he was lured by the promise of glory and that he came to believe a direct route to paradise was to sacrifice his life fighting for "a pure Islamic society".
"They told us that the world had become infidel and godless, and only martyrdom would take a person to heaven," he says. "The conditions were very ripe for extremism."
"We were hungry, poor, sexually repressed and powerless. These promises were like hope for us," Mr Banayee says.
"I had internalised these beliefs. I had convinced myself that the afterlife was better and that I desired it."
"My entire life, I had struggled with doubts about my masculinity and a suppressed desire to be seen as brave," he says. "Now that I carried a gun on my shoulder, I felt as though the world was under my feet. Every day, I put on a huge silk turban, picked up my gun, and roamed around the village as if I owned the Earth."
He also remembers seeing public executions at Kabul's Ghazi Stadium, originally built for sport and public events, which the Taliban frequently used for punishments and executions. "That was the moment I started doubting: 'If these people represent Islam, why is there so much cruelty?'"
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