My friend said that his confusion folding and unfolding him, his worries burdening him, after witnessing the massacres in Beirut, the atrocities of Sabra and Shatila, where Islamic blood is spilled without accountability, and women, children, and the elderly are slaughtered without fear or shame, homes are destroyed, camps are demolished without concern for their innocent inhabitants.
The Arabs, especially - and Muslims in general - in their East and West, are as helpless as the dead, while the civilized world watches the tragedy unfold without intervening, without moving a muscle, without uttering a word.
Have you seen it?
Have you heard?
I said: Yes, I have seen and heard, and I have lived through the tragedy with a heart that breaks, and nerves that burn, at the sight of the Arabs' negligence and the Muslims' helplessness! And before that, Islamic lands were invaded in their own homes, ancient Islamic cities were destroyed, mosques were demolished, worshippers were killed, the honor of believing women was violated, and we did not hear or see a word or action from the Arabs and Muslims denouncing the tyrants, or aiding the oppressed, only the silence of the graves in the dead of night!
When you hear them raising their voices in strife against one another and see them moving with fervor and strength in battle against each other one day! As if they wanted to be the opposite of the companions of their noble Prophet, who were (stern against the disbelievers, compassionate among themselves) (Quran, 48:29), to be stern with themselves, compassionate towards their enemies, honorable to the believers, humble to the disbelievers!
They seem to have favored the qualities of the Jews that Allah had previously described them with: (Their hearts are diverse. That is because they are a people who do not reason) (Quran, 59:14).
My friend said: But isn't there an end to this darkness?
Isn't there a dawn after this night?
Isn't it time for this nation to know its goal, and be guided on its path?
Isn't it time for it to unite in order to defeat its enemy, rather than striking the necks of each other?
Isn't it time for it to remember itself that it has forgotten itself?
Isn't it time for it to wash away the humiliation of defeat with the glory of victory?
Isn't it time for it to erase the days of black defeats with a white day, like the day of Khalid in Yarmouk, or Saad in Qadisiyah, or Amr in Ajnadeen, or Tariq in Andalusia, or Salah ad-Din in Hattin, or Qutuz in Ain Jalout, or Mohmmad the Conqueror in Constantinople?
Do not lose hope
I said to him: “Do not lose hope, my friend, for it is Allah's way to follow the darkest night with a true dawn, and the toughest moments of the night, its darkest and blackest, are the moments that precede the break of dawn.
But in His creation, Allah has strict laws that do not show favoritism, and constant principles that do not change, and we must understand them and deal with them wisely.
