They Burn, We Scroll – The Death of Our Conscience
Are we a dead nation—or just asleep for too long?
Gaza is burning. Children are being starved, bombed, and buried under rubble. And we… we keep scrolling. Eating. Laughing. Posting pictures of food we don’t even finish—while their children die hungry, begging for water.
They fast without food. We fast from humanity.
When I speak up, I hear this response: “But what about Egypt? Jordan? The Arabs have stronger armies.”
So your takeaway is silence? Because others are quiet, we should be too?
That’s not Islam. That’s cowardice dressed up as strategy.
Zionists today speak openly about genocide and the annihilation of Palestinians—with no shame, no filter, no remorse. They are bold in their evil. And we are timid in our truth. Apologetic. Divided. Comfortable.
We whisper du’as and return to our dinner tables—while Gaza mourns its dead without a grave.
Where are our Leaders?
The scholars are silent. The politicians are sold. And the people? We’re buried in inflation, exhausted by poverty, choked by debt. But worse – we’re buried in self-preservation. Our grief is personal now, not collective.
“The silence of scholars, the apathy of politicians, and the disunity within even our bravest defenders… what future does that leave for us?”
I love my country. I respect our army. But imagine the power of true unity—our scholars, soldiers, and citizens rising with one voice. Not divided. Not distracted. But devoted.
Have We Forgotten Who We Are?
We handed over our sister (Dr Aafia Siddique) to be humiliated, imprisoned, and erased by the enemies of Islam and we still sit comfortably, unmoved. Is our honour this cheap?
Gaza is screaming… And we are binge-watching, fighting over influencers, planning weddings.
Are our hearts still Muslim—or just our names and ID cards?
We are Muslims. We believe. We answer. Allah is our Rabb. The One who made fire cool for Ibrahim (A.S), who split the sea for Musa (A.S), who gave victory to the 313 at Badr.
He is not waiting for numbers. He is waiting for sincerity. “Wake up, before Allah wakes us up.”
Remember Death Before it Reaches You!
This world is a test—and we will die. What will we say to Allah when we meet Him? That we watched children die in Gaza, and we looked away? That we said nothing while their homes were crushed and their bodies burned?
Death humbles the arrogant, silences the liars, and exposes the hypocrites.
It is coming. And it will ask: What did you do when the Ummah bled?
So What Can We Do?
You may not hold power. You may not lead a protest. But you have a voice. You have a phone. You have a prayer mat.
Say something. Share something. Post something. Question the narrative. Educate yourself. Donate. Write. Speak. Cry to Allah.
Do. Not. Stay. Silent.
And please—stop hiding behind the shameless excuse that based on Qurb al-Dar “it’s not obligatory (fard) for Pakistanis to act.”
No one is asking you to fight. But it is fard to care.
It is hard to stand for truth. It is fard to speak against injustice when you can.
Don’t skip your prayers. And don’t skip your du’as.
Let the system know: we will not be fooled. Let the world see: this Ummah still breathes.
And even in weakness—we will rise.
A Prayer to End With
May Allah guide us, forgive us, and make us brave. May He awaken our hearts and unite our divided ranks. May Allah guide our leaders and send His divine help to the oppressed. May we never again trade truth for comfort, or sleep through a genocide. Ameen
