Article’s out! Memoirs and travelogues as genres should be revived, so as my own contribution, I wanted to write on my recent travels and my discovery of «home»—here’s the outcome. LMK what y’all think.
Throwing that piece of wood in the end is a bit reminiscent of Refaat’s words that he’d resist with an expo marker if it was the last thing he did. Struggle till the end, and an end attained through continuous struggle.
You and your entire Dawah group propped him up, painted him as a sincere figure, made no remark on the activities he’d been persisting in, and now when the mental ineptitude and incompetence of the biomass is clear again, as was with Peterson, you cut affiliations. Classic.
I’ve been very charitable with the guy but he went too far when he started blaming the whole religion for the actions of a few vile disgusting people, following the far right like a poodle looking for doggy treats and a pat on the head. He’s blocked me like a true “masculine”
Gazans are the ones going through all this and it’s only Allah تعالى whose Name is on their lips, and everyone else is watching mere videos and doubting His تعالى Existence. Evil and suffering provide insights into knowing He تعالى is there.
The cringe aside, this is the archetype of the commodification of religion. A friend was speaking recently of how the American complaint in the Haramayn is a lack of charging ports. A relationship with God ﷻ is foregone to produce a Pinterest-worthy picture.
After everything one has seen—headless corpses, children with their intestines sprawling across and their brains oozing out, families wailing at the loss of loved ones and yet proclaiming praises of God تعالى with every word—if this life isn’t spent in service it’s a life wasted.