I have been watching, on my phone screen, from the comfort of my home—people who have spoken the same language of despair as I have since 2023. People who bear witness that there is no god but اللّٰه, and that Muhammad is Rasūlullah. People who have nothing left to lose, calling upon our Lord in anguish. Not out of disillusionment with reality, but out of helplessness; out of dread that we might have missed something we should have done differently; out of anger at dignity being trampled; out of longing for the days that were; and out of grief for the life that could have been.
One thing I have known, without a doubt, for the longest time. After all the atrocities they've made us watch—through the screens of our phones, from the comfort of our homes—about people who speak the same language of despair as two billion of us, is that they don't care about the history of a people, or their faith, or their culture. They care only about what the opposing worldview reveals about themselves.
This goes beyond what our land is being plundered for. This is ideological. This is existential.
