I travelled a bit recently, it feels like a selfish luxury. It is a selfish luxury. I cannot pretend that traveling at this time feels like I’m strolling past a dead starved body and chooses to look ahead at the roses. I don’t know. I cannot help them beyond prayers and donations and raising awareness. I don’t think that is enough, but I also have no ways to help other than those. If I were a sniper, or a trained assassin, or a fighter jet pilot, or a hacker, I would possibly be doing a lot of tangible, immediate-impact things. But I am not. But hey, I will document a bit about what I saw in my travels, tiny bits of things that recover some hope in this dying world. This little receipt with an important reminder
I will teach them more than that, I will teach them what really happened, how it happened, how a bunch of world so-called leaders are so corrupted they would rather beating up and shutting up their citizens protesting against the complicity than actually stopping the arms and the support, I will teach them everything. I will make sure all you genocidal cult followers are named and memorized. I will pray for you to be hunted and haunted. 1-2 people in my circle started to see thingsSo for as long as this genocide happened, I have intentionally removed myself from the life of many people. Not because they are Zionists, but because they are silent (I did share quite a bit in the Oct-Dec 2023). To me it’s just as equally atrocious to stay silent when you see a daily stream of genocide. The silence is what is powering this genocide, I don’t know why it’s so hard for some to grasp. I cannot pretend (that things are fine) for very long when I interact with people, so I start to just isolate myself. Not a very good thing to do - I’m aware, especially when Palestine is often (subhanAllah) the single point of eye-opening experience for many people and teaches them the truth about Islam and generally what is really happening in the world. But alas, I cowered my way out, I’m tired. At this point I just want to focus on being a proper muslim first, I have no desire to fight for anyone’s soul other than mine. Besides, nobody can guide anyone except if Allah swt wills it for them. But, after nearly 2 years, a person reaches out - showing what he saw on his well-oiled algorithmically shielded social platform. My post on LinkedIn (often suppressed), got a few engagements. People are acknowledging what is going on. And only that little act already means something. The bar is so low, it genuinely recovered some hope in me. A part of me craves genuine human connection, the connection with like-minded people who share the same lens and pains, who understands that there is a genocide going on, and chooses to direct their energy for good, no matter how small. I crave for someone to actually talk about it, openly, without fear. But I live in a country that is not really well-versed with the “conflict”, and frankly I have to put on a mask in this world, I have to pretend that it does not consume my soul - whatever it is I’m witnessing and feeling inside, I must hide it, because ‘emotions’ are a taboo, because these things interest nobody. “Nobody cares” has been what I tell myself, to drown the waves of bitterness and redirect my facial muscles to somewhat of a relatable mask. Nobody wants to talk about dead children, or the depth of evil that is happening, everybody talks about AI and other shitty things they think will last forever, thinking this world will continue to grow on the fake rosy path. But I’m aware that it is collapsing, the end is near, and it’s a bit hard to just tell people that without walking them through a bit of ‘red pill blue pill’ demo. When everybody is in the Matrix, it’s not just because they do not know they are in a Matrix, more often than not - they choose to not face the truth. I thought about prophet Noah (pbuh) who had to teach Islam for 900 years and nobody followed him, occasionally. The thought just makes me sink. I cannot imagine what he must have felt. He must have been the most lonely prophet that we know of. But if there is anything that I must remember for myself, as the world is collapsing and as up is down and down is up, as lies persist and falsehood spread, is this single idea:
Keep doing whatever good you can, not because it will change the outcome, but because this is the battle for your soul, and it is a battle you must not let go without a fight. intj wanderer is free today. But if you enjoyed this post, you can tell intj wanderer that their writing is valuable by pledging a future subscription. You won't be charged unless they enable payments.
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Saturday, 28 June 2025
What to do when the world is collapsing
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