Islam has always been considered as the religion of peace; that notion is now been debated with great aplomb, citing numerous texts from the exegis of texts that translate yet another explanation of a certain phrase from the holy book of Muslims.
There were times when Eid was celebrated by spotting the most noticable feature of any night sky, a feature that when absent would entice poets to write sweet songs of separation. Now that very moon has become so hard to spot. So hard. But we don’t understand the complexities that are inherent in using our faculties of vision. Poor friggin’ us.
There was a time, somewhat long ago, when Muslims were free thinkers. Dare I say, they were creative. There was thought, there was action, there were mistakes, there were adjustments, carried out by mortal humans with biases and preconcieved notions. Still there was massive progress in all spheres of human endeavor. This was a time when the nation had a brain. And as a consequence of that, had a heart as well.
The premium importance was on finding God, not accepting Him; on discovering one’s own and not following someone else’s potential. It was this type of nation that produced people like Imam Abu Hanifa and Imam Shafi.
Now people follow the people of those times. There was a time when power lay in the hands of every soul alive. Now power is cuddled amongst the few haves. Power does corrupt. Absolute power does corrupt absolutely.
Where is that power now? Who will take it back? From whom? These questions, no one will answer for me. Because no one can’t. Only I. I am the one. Are you?