Can you hear the screams and the wails, those helpless cries that fill the sky with the first ray of light at dawn and echo when the dusk settles in? Can you see the now spotless streets still bathed in the blood of the innocent when you walk on them? Can you feel the gloom in the aura even though the trees appear to be dancing with the wind? Of course, you don’t. Because the mother nature does its best to mask the brutalities of mankind. The sky absorbs the grieving yells before they could travel a distance. The earth sips in the blood so that no trace of oppression remains. Maybe because the nature is more ashamed of a man’s crime than a man himself is.
I was startled to find out how easy it was for a human to numb the pain, even easier to block it before the wound even gets the chance to settle. Shield: what a glorious invention or must I say, a discovery? Because a physical shield might stop a physical injury, but the emotional shield shelters you from the fatal blows to your soul. Or apparently, it’s what it seems.
The world, my friend, is a dark, dark place. Sometimes, the darkness consumes every bit of the hope. There is no light. And in times like those, it’s the best to block the thoughts because the pain would be too much to bear. Nobody likes the feeling of helplessness and that is exactly how we feel when we look at the world.
I thought immunity was a gift till I discovered the cost that we had been paying to have it. We have been trading the bits of humanity to keep the peace of our mind. So now when the bodies fall in front of our eyes, we are too blind to see them. And when the wails echo the sky close enough for us to hear, we are too deaf to listen. And when the humanity is at stake, we are too dead to care.
As Muslims, we are supposed to be a family, a family that shares the pain of its members. Yet we scattered and divided ourselves because apparently our differences mattered to us more. How do we expect to unite ourselves when we part our ways when going to bow to the same God? We are too busy judging each other for sinning differently. Nowadays, we get to decide who is going to heaven and who is going to hell. Wow, sit down- you self-appointed judge. It’s the matter of that person and Allah. But you know what your matter is? That you are so negligent of? Helping your brothers in pain.
It’s happening in Kashmir, in Syria, Palestine, and now it’s happening in Rohingya and half the places that we are unaware of. And what did we do? We turned a blind eye to it. Why? Because it’s not us? But it is us, isn’t it? It is our family. And our family is suffering and we are doing nothing about it. Because we can’t. For the love of Almighty, there are so many Muslims in the world. If each state starts contributing, I don’t believe it would be that hard to free them. If Muslims of the entire world unite, who would dare to harm them again?
We sat back and watched the world bash us as terrorists and the world got silent when the actual terrorists attacked Muslims. And yet we are too blinded to see the obvious strategy lying behind. Kudos to our ability to ignore. Imagine having to answer in the court of Allah, why did we let our family die? Imagine having to answer at what cost did we buy our immunity? Imagine having to explain why we thought selling our soul for some apparently peaceful moments was worth it? Just imagine.