i need to actually pull my fucking shit together and focus on everything that's ahead of me, instead of everything i lost. it's not coming back. i have to move on, or else i'll die here, frozen in time where nothing ever changes.
Just yesterday, I spoke to my wife about how Major Rabe’s situation has been bothering me, and she asked whether he had any health complications. I had even intended to record a video reminding us of our deafening silence while gallant men who fought for us, like Rabe and his family, remain in detention, only to receive this news now. I wish it were possible to give up, because we do not act like people who understand the gravity of the situation we are in. Allah ya isa
One of the most disturbing things about the reality of banditry (read as terrorism) is how little we actually know about the true scale of human captivity across the country. There is no clear, centralized or reliable way of accounting for the number of people who have been abducted and are still being held. What this means is that the figures we hear publicly are likely only a fraction of what is really happening. A significant number of cases never make it into official records at all, either because they are not reported, deliberately kept quiet due to fear, or they simply get lost in the chaos of repeated attacks.
Whenever I stop making Allah the forefront of my life, I get depressed and this is comforting because even if my mind doesn’t remember, my soul knows to who it will return. And to me that’s hope. And to my mind that is a reminder.
Allah kasa mu fi qarfin zuwatanmu. May we chase the Akhirah, may our possessions not blind us to our faults and may we leave a good legacy behind.
Innā lillāhi wa innā ilayhi rājiʿūn. Innā lillāhi wa innā ilayhi rājiʿūn.