By Maung Soe | Translated and adapted for MMNN by Dr. Ko Ko Gyi @ Abdul Rahman Zafrudin

Editor’s Note: The following is a satirical reconstruction of what might be going on inside the mind of President Donald Trump, as imagined by MMNN contributors. It is not a factual account, but a political parody aimed at provoking thought and laughter—not offense.

“Bibi, my friend—pause the war. Just for a moment. I need that Nobel Peace Prize.”

That’s how it starts. A whisper in the corridors of power. Trump’s voice, thick with ambition and self-congratulation, plotting not peace—but optics.

“Once I’ve got the prize, we’ll say Hamas broke the truce. Betrayed us. Boom—Gaza’s ours.”

The plan? A masterclass in manipulation. Trump’s peace isn’t peace—it’s a pause. A photo op. A trophy. Then back to business.

“I’ve already told Hamas to hurry up and sign something. Anything. If they slip, we’ll say the deal’s off.”

Egypt, Jordan, Syria, half of Iraq—he counts them like poker chips. Hezbollah? “Weak sauce,” he mutters. Lebanon? “Not a problem.”

“Gaza? We can take it anytime. Just waiting for the right moment.”

And then the real dream unfolds: Greater Israel. Not just a map, but a monument. A financial capital under Israeli control, built with Trump’s fingerprints all over it.

“Iran’s still meddling. But we’ve got snapback sanctions wrapped around them like a boa constrictor. Military toys are polished and ready.”

He’s tired. Everyone’s tired. So while the world naps, Trump grabs the Nobel. “Been begging for it so long, I’m tired too.”

Then? Restart the game. The peace pitch resumes. But this time, it’s a weapon.

“Our peace talk—everyone’s scared of it. They’ll believe it just because it sounds nice.”

And finally, the kicker:

“Nothing personal… just wondering if Trump really thinks like this.”

MMNN invites readers to reflect on the blurred lines between diplomacy and performance, peace and power. Satire is our scalpel—truth is the wound we probe.