
General Ahmed Qalyare’s martyrdom in the shadows of the CalMiskaad Mountains casts a long light—illuminating a path of supreme sacrifice and exposing the precipice we now face. His fall marks a decisive, and deeply treacherous, turning point. We have entered the conflict’s twilight, where a cornered enemy is at its most lethal, lashing out with the desperate cunning of a wounded beast. Their strategy has narrowed to the ambush in the narrow pass, the booby-trapped trail, the bomb buried in the dark.

In this hour, the greatest threat is not the enemy’s strength, but the whisper of complacency. The courage of Puntland’s forces has brought us here, but ISIS wages a war on the psyche. Their true aim is to poison our resolve with fear, to slow our advance with hesitation, to cloud our vision with exhaustion.
Therefore, we must temper our grief into a weapon of sharper steel. General Qalyare’s sacrifice must forge an even greater discipline, a deeper web of intelligence, and a more relentless campaign to scour the enemy from their mountain lairs. Every valley, every cave, every silent path in the CalMiskaad must be met with unwavering vigilance. The last mile of this journey is often the most dangerous.

To honor the General is to reject the hollow comfort of ‘mission accomplished.’ We honor him not with words, but with action—by ensuring his blood waters the roots of an unshakeable, enduring vigilance. This war will only be over when the last hideout is silent and the last vestige of this ideology has been erased from the land.
General Qalyare has passed the torch. It now burns in our hands—a flame of remembrance and a flare of warning. We must navigate this twilight with the caution of those who know the night, and the iron resolve of those who are determined to greet the dawn. The future is waiting to be written by our next actions.