Each time something horrible happens in the world. Whether as local as APS, Sahiwal incident or as globally heart wrenching as the New Zealand massacre, really amongst the feelings of grief and frustration, something, some realization, inside me stiffens:
This world will face such terrible things and it will continue to happen here. The only way I know how to help myself and the people around me is by clenching harder and harder to the rope of the creator. There is ‘Nothing’ else that sustains us internally and externally.
Imagine if you’re going to offer prayers. Imagine seeing someone with a battlefield level assault weapon coming to kill you. Imagine deciding within nanoseconds to go down into the sajda quietly, with dignity, knowing there isn’t any escape. Imagine being shot multiple times in that posture. Imagine all of this being live-streamed for the world to see on social media. Just imagine couple of seconds!
We need to take ownership of our identity! We need to stand firmly and stake our claim on our narrative.
Winning at life is pointless!
I will tell my story. I will not let anyone hijack what is an essential, intrinsic part of me and use it to accelerate their agenda. I will let them know the perception ones hold in their mind surely mitigate the wrong-doings but it absolutely differs to the reality. Make the world hear your voice before you are dead. Because you can drop dead at your workplace any given morning, or can get diagnosed with any serious disease. Or you can be gunned down in a mosque in the safest country in the world on a Friday afternoon. Because whatever you do, you WILL die anyways.
Winning at after-life is the real game! That’s the game for real heroes. That’s the game where you show what you’re made of. That’s the game to play if you want to be part of the resistance to any and all movements that seek to erase who you are. The game is to spread your voice all around the world for the betterment and prosperity of oneself in life and in after-life.
