Big pain.
Big drama.
We are in a time when the groans, pain and desperation of humanity are still intense, and there are those who are in a rush of their worldly affairs. We are in the process of intoxication of contradictions, eccentricities, and madness.
We are in a time when people are dead, survivors are waiting in desperation, those who live in the comforts of politics and keyboard mujahideen. The racist Jacobin, the fascist souls are the trouble and effort of their reign. Their worldliness, their worries about the future. What is called the future was destroyed by this great earthquake. Those gigantic boasts of world possessions were lost in the crevices of fault lines. Pride, arrogance, money, offices remained under concrete piles.
The mafia mentality does not care about any value to maintain its reign. It's all worth it. They don't care about the responsibilities of dead people. Their cries do not go through their deaf ears. Their souls are insensitive and unfeeling.
He does not take responsibility for the dead. His problem is himself, his future, his interests or those next to him.
Does a Muslim person not care about his own responsibility, does he not take himself into account, does he never think about his own spiritual future?
Human, yes human, but what kind of person?
Human, living, nature, the weight of the great shock created in the human soul will not end. It will take long.
Some of the insensitivity of Muslims is devastating. The state of those who represent Islam is depressing. However, it seems that their problem is not Islam. To do business with the mafia, to build walls of fear with them, to not let people breathe. Not accepting criticism, not taking any responsibility. To insult and humiliate those who are dealing with.
Over this great funeral home, to dare to rejoice next to you.
When talking about Omar's (r.a.) justice, not to think about the state of sacrificing his entire existence like him. Being one of the wealthy of Mecca, to die among the poor of Medina. To die with debt when he dies while he has hundreds of camels with wealth. To ignore the fact that his son Abdullah, who will pay the piper, also does not have the strength to pay that debt.
He is Omar (r.a.), knowing that he knew about someone who fell off his horse in Malatya, which is thousands of kilometers away, which has just been included in its borders. Omar had a weakness, but this power was against injustice, injustice and oppression. Omar, who bequeathed a treacherous coup d'état in the Masjid, at the moment when his death was destined, so that his son Abdullah would not be among the elected ones.
The selection process has been entered. The earthquake, the deaths of people, and the suffering of the living have all been forgotten. The problem of those who do not take part in this pain is that they humiliate people without hiding their grudge and anger, take advantage of their weaknesses and make it their business.
Whether he is in the position of responsibility or not, not to make any contribution to this great disaster, either through his negligence or in his power.
There is death, yes there is death. That pride, that arrogance, that savage aggression will also die one day. There is a day of reckoning and every detail will be accounted for on that reckoning day. If there is an atomic amount of blame, it will be accounted for.
Abu Bakr (r.a.), his friend and companion, who spent his life, his wealth and almost everything with the Prophet Mohammad (PBUH), is the first witness of the descent of Surah Zilzal. When you listen to the last two verses, the bites get stuck in your throat and cry. I don't know what it means to be a motto Muslim and shout. Is it worth it, when there is to be compassionate, kind and loving?