For you & the ones you love

The past few months have been a real test for all of us—heck, the past two years have been the biggest test I think our generation, as a whole, has ever faced. And honestly, I fear this is only one small battle in a much larger war.

I know it might not be wise to share our dreams, but let me tell you a little story...

To set the scene, let me paint you a picture:

You are in a land of destruction—everything is grey and dark. The dust hangs heavy in the air; every breath is a struggle, and every step is filled with horror as you pass by collapsed buildings, lifeless bodies, and crying mothers.

You walk into a demolished house where two mothers sit—both of their sons were just martyred. They aren’t crying or wailing; they’re simply existing in a state of complete numbness.

With the sound of bombs echoing in the distance, you enter one of the rooms. What you see is heartbreaking—yet, somehow, it fuels the hearts of everyone involved.

Four men stand together, deep in discussion about shahada. You don’t know these men, but something in your heart tells you they are among the martyred. The light shining from their faces is almost blinding— confirming your suspicion.

They don’t notice your presence, so you speak up. Your voice is hoarse from the dust, and suddenly your eyes become red and swollen with tears.

“What can we do to help you? What can the Muslims in the West do to help you win this war—for the sake of Allah (SWT)?”

They all turn to you with smiles that are hard to read, their golden faces radiating light. It’s almost as if they’re trying to tell you that you already know the answer—you just have to dig beneath the surface of your soul to find it.

The silence is deafening until one of the men breaks it. He steps forward, pulls a bunch of green cloth from his pocket, and says, “These are for you and the people you love.”

And just like that, you wake from your sleep.

Now, I’m no dream interpreter. The most I can do is read Imam Al-Sadiq’s (a.s) book of dreams and try to piece it together myself. But I know this dream wasn’t meant for me alone—that’s why I’m choosing to share it with you.

The servant in the dream, whoever he/she was, asked a powerful question. One we've been slow to ask—if we’ve asked it at all—over the past two years. Or maybe we have asked it, but we haven’t been willing to pursue the answer.

What can we do?

Go to protests? Boycott Zionist brands? Give donations to resistance groups? Is it enough.

I think our responsibility - especially in the west - goes deeper than boycotting and charity. Doesnt mean we run to Maccas the first chance we get. (Ngl, Maccas coke hits)

Our responsibility in the West is to be active—both within our communities and within ourselves. These signs we are witnessing are all indications of the coming of the Mahdi (Ajtf), so how can we expect to support Islam and our Imam if we, ourselves, are corrupt?

Kill Your Nafs.

It’s the only way—and don’t be fooled. Once you kill it, it can come back to life with a single thought.

Killing your nafs and keeping it killed is a lifelong battle.

Just take Zubayr ibn al-Awwam for example. He was a companion of the Prophet (PBUH) and pledged allegiance to Imam Ali (AS). He was in the house of Sayyidah Fatima when it got attacked and was at the burial of Sayyidah Fatima (AS). So tell me—what happened within Zubayr that made him fight against Imam Ali (AS) in the Battle of Jamal years later?

He allowed his nafs to take control. He gave in to worldly desires even though the truth was right in front of his face.

Palestine is our truth.

Are we going to ignore it and side with the oppressors, or are we going to sacrifice and side with the oppressed?

Yours Truley,

TMG