Where have we gone, what have we become? Where has our love for humanity gone? The respect of religion, thought, and purity, way has it been dissipating? Have we been so washed out, so overwhelmed by the information we receive that we cannot feel the authenticity of bare faith? Where has our ability to distinguish natural from manmade gone? We grow, and nature grows, yet which one will wither away first? Nations created, world conquered, we have grasped the intellect of all, yet grasp a fistful of sand and rub it against your bare chest – can you feel the heartbeat in the particles from which you’ve emerged? It lives forever and more, and we, we are in this moment, and in another moment we will be no more.
Why cannot we live so free of “facts” as we were born, of what we think we know - and yet do we think, clearly, freely on our own? What thought is our own, what fact have we learned ourselves – experienced? We are ignorant with information, ignorant with facts. We know yet don’t feel, we speak yet don’t understand. Our ignorant genius has polluted religion, thought, and purity – we have changed and warped from natural to manmade, and yet who is it, what is it that we point our finger at?
A blind, veiled reflection perhaps…
- Raatkiranii (K.F.S)
"The Oxford History of Islam" by John L. Esposito (Editor)
"O wave! Plunge headlong into the dark seas,
And change thyself with many a twist and turn;
Thou wast not born for tile solace of the shore;
Arise, untamed, and find a path for thyself."
- Allama Muhammad Iqbal
