Now that I’m far, I’m lost. People on the outside are living their lives comfortably, almost as if they were zombies — completely detached from reality.
These are the people some are expecting to stand for us? These are the western lands some are expecting to intervene?
My heart aches & yearns to be annoyed by the buzzing of drones, and then alarmed by explosions, which are heard in a room full of family, & then melted away by the bustling sound of beloved children laughing and asking me to play.
It longs to sleep on a foam mattress on the blessed hard floor.
It longs to be home.
Yes we were displaced from our city, but we were still amongst our people, struggling with them hand in hand. We were still home.
The silence of the night here haunts me.
The comfort of a bed drowns me.
The normal continuity of day to day life here, neglectful of the flooding of our blood, both terrifies me as to what Insān can become, and fills my blood with rage at the active role these lands and people play in it being spilled, and at my presence here amongst them.
I do not know my place here, nor am I currently aware of how to continue the battle from a thousand odd miles away.
But what is clearer than ever is that we must regroup, and muster every single ounce of our might to return home, without delay.
What is clearer than ever is who the enemies of humanity are, and who are fighting to preserve it.
What has become clearest of all, is that for a Muslim — who is not truly obliged by matters beyond his control — there is no life in the West.
Aside from being stationed here for a purpose which aids the cause, there is no valid reason for our presence here.
For us, here, there is nothing but the poisoning of the soul, the straying of the mind, and the intoxication of the heart.
Put simply and clearly, nothing lies for us here but partnership in the purest and most valuable of our blood being spilled.
And for that, there is no excuse.
For that, expect no forgiveness.
For that, expect no Divine mercy or pleasure to grace you.
As Muslims in the West, we have abandoned our Imam ع, partnered in the shedding of his blood, and become the cause of his Zainab’s ع grief and lament.
We have partnered in the wailing of countless innocent souls, so let us not be shocked or complain when later it is our turn to wail, eternally.
(2/2)
These are the people some are expecting to stand for us? These are the western lands some are expecting to intervene?
My heart aches & yearns to be annoyed by the buzzing of drones, and then alarmed by explosions, which are heard in a room full of family, & then melted away by the bustling sound of beloved children laughing and asking me to play.
It longs to sleep on a foam mattress on the blessed hard floor.
It longs to be home.
Yes we were displaced from our city, but we were still amongst our people, struggling with them hand in hand. We were still home.
The silence of the night here haunts me.
The comfort of a bed drowns me.
The normal continuity of day to day life here, neglectful of the flooding of our blood, both terrifies me as to what Insān can become, and fills my blood with rage at the active role these lands and people play in it being spilled, and at my presence here amongst them.
I do not know my place here, nor am I currently aware of how to continue the battle from a thousand odd miles away.
But what is clearer than ever is that we must regroup, and muster every single ounce of our might to return home, without delay.
What is clearer than ever is who the enemies of humanity are, and who are fighting to preserve it.
What has become clearest of all, is that for a Muslim — who is not truly obliged by matters beyond his control — there is no life in the West.
Aside from being stationed here for a purpose which aids the cause, there is no valid reason for our presence here.
For us, here, there is nothing but the poisoning of the soul, the straying of the mind, and the intoxication of the heart.
Put simply and clearly, nothing lies for us here but partnership in the purest and most valuable of our blood being spilled.
And for that, there is no excuse.
For that, expect no forgiveness.
For that, expect no Divine mercy or pleasure to grace you.
As Muslims in the West, we have abandoned our Imam ع, partnered in the shedding of his blood, and become the cause of his Zainab’s ع grief and lament.
We have partnered in the wailing of countless innocent souls, so let us not be shocked or complain when later it is our turn to wail, eternally.
(2/2)