Enemies of Islam Want Me to Forget
Written by Ali Alsamail
I look around and see my world being slowly destroyed. I see poverty and disease clinging to people and setting its roots in their land. I see war and death coming back time and again to leave people without hope or motivation. I see oppression and inequality systemized, so that they cannot be overcome. I look around and see a world whose resources are dwindling and whose climate is changing- I see people punishing the Earth that feeds them, the sky that protects them and the water that keeps them alive. They are killing each other, they are killing themselves, they are killing humanity day by day.
Meanwhile, amongst all this, you are fighting a war of ideas- a war that has brought this death and the carnage, a war that has set these roots of injustice even deeper, a war that has not even spared the Earth that cradles you. You have installed imaginary enemies and given them frightening names. You chase them from one part of the world to the next, leaving behind you wounds that will take long to heal. You have a goal and you have created a value system that will fire the furnace of your selfish aims, and you want me to follow this value system.
You want me to close my eyes to your murder, and shut my ears to your racism. You want me to consume your intoxicants, so you can ravage my world, while I clap you on.
You want me to forget the Divine, and throw myself into the polluted pit that you have dug for yourself.
You want me to forget my modesty, and wear what you tell me to wear. You want me to stamp on my pride and become an object that satisfies your lustful eyes. You want me to throw away my dignity and become a tool that sells your products. You want me to become a victim of your fashion industry, so that I can pay you to dress me up and paint my face like a doll. You want me to forget my chastity, so that I will forget the value of my personality. You want me to forget my honour, so that I will satisfy your desires more readily.
And when I say no…it hurts you that I know who I am and what I must do, it hurts to know that my value goes beyond my figure and the clothes I wear. It hurts that I have not been caught by your sticky net.
You have not left a corner for me to turn without seeing lustful images, you have not left a place for me to go without hearing suggestive lyrics. You have flooded the media with pornography and adultery, so that my mind is corrupted before I have a chance to know mercy and love, compassion and kindness. You want me to satisfy my desire in any way I want, and forget that I am a human, who must find tranquility with another human.
You do not want me to marry, not until I have satisfied my desire and I am old and weary, and even then, you want me to marry for the wrong reasons, and soon after break up my family for the wrong reasons.
And when I say no…it hurts you that I still lower my gaze, that I know my responsibility, that I have patience. It hurts to see that I have something greater than my desire to guide me, and that I know to where I am heading. It hurts to know that I have not been fooled by your illusion.
You want me to forget hard work and honesty and gamble my money away. You want me to forget faith and trust, and resort to depression pills instead. You want me to forget my family, so that my children will be left in the hands of your television, of your music, of your song lyrics, so you can nurture their lust and crush their intellect all at once. You have hijacked the desires of the teenagers and exploited them to the last drop, and now your sick greed is attacking those who are even younger, buying from them their childhood, and selling them instead a fake maturity that will leave them forever scarred.
And you want them to forget me, and solve their problems not by speaking to me, but by spending Saturday nights at gatherings where drugs are served as refreshments, and alcohol pours from taps. You want them to solve the problems of life by bypassing life, you want them to stop thinking by blocking their intellect. You want them to forget reality, so you alone can rule their reality, while they move from one short fantasy to the next, until they run out of fantasies, and look around to find nothing but the ruins of a life that they must try to piece together now.
You want me to forget. You want me to forget the gift of intelligence and let you dumb me down. You want me to forget myself and give it instead to you to use as you wish. You want to me to give up the true freedom of slavery to the Almighty, and take up instead the doomed freedom of slavery to your whims and fancies. You want me to forget that I have been blessed with the Truth, and that my value system came not from your ever-growing, vicious greed, but from a Pure, All-Knowing Source through a pure untainted messenger. You want me to forget that I have a God, while your god is nothing but your desire.