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I look around and see my world being slowly destroyed. I see poverty and disease clinging to people and setting its roots in their land. I see war and death coming back time and again to leave people without hope or motivation. I see oppression and inequality systemised, so that they cannot be overcome. I look around and see a world whose resources are dwindling and whose climate is changing- I see people punishing the Earth that feeds them, the sky that protects them and the water that keeps them alive. They are killing each other, they are killing themselves, they are killing humanity day by day. |
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From the time that a human being leaves the innocence of childhood, and begins the journey towards what is called adulthood he is faced with a complex and deep mystery. He finds within himself a thousand disconnected and incomplete clues that promise somehow to bring him answers. He finds a storm of conflicting pieces of evidence; he finds others intruding on his investigation, pulling him this way and that way, and leaving him torn and confused. He becomes restless, because the mystery is himself, and until he finds himself he will find no peace. |
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One day, I heard that somewhere, far away from here, people were imprisoned, then raped, tortured and dragged around on leashes like animals without any justification. The pictures I saw showed me an evil I had never imagined before. I felt pain and anger, but I knew I could change nothing, so I told the pain to go away, and told the anger to shut up. I told the sense of injustice I felt to be quiet, because that was somewhere else, far away from here- it was what we leave behind before coming here. |
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Amir ul Mu'mineen Ali (as) said: "He who abandons forbidding what is wrong with his heart, his tongue and his hands (and is indifferent while seeing vices committed) is a dead corpse amongst the living." Bihar-ul-Anwar, vol. 100, p. 94 “There will come a day when you will not enjoin good and not forbid evil.” There will come a day when your neighbour hears you cry in agony as your family is slaughtered, but turns away because helping you would cost too much. There will come a day when the death of innocent children is a price worth paying, and the slaying of frail old women who cannot walk triggers no guilt in the conscience. There will come a day when your neighbour is more worried about how many dollars he can save than about how many of your children die. There will come a day when your neighbour watches as you are pillaged and consumed by fire, while he takes a tentative step back, afraid that a small spark of that fire may land at his feet. |
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