If a Muslim can stand in London, New York, or Paris and publicly preach Islam, hand out Qurans, and invite people to become Muslim...
Why shouldn't a Christian be able to stand in Riyadh, Islamabad, or Kabul and publicly preach Christianity, hand out Bibles, and invite people to become Christian?
If we ask others to respect our religious freedom, shouldn't we be willing to respect theirs too?
Either freedom of religion is a principle.
Or it's a privilege we demand for ourselves but deny to others.
As a Muslim, there's something that genuinely bothers me.
Millions of Muslims live in Christian majority countries, build mosques, preach Islam publicly, distribute Qur'ans, open halal businesses, and demand religious freedom,and rightly so.
Some even call for aspects of Shariah to be accommodated in the societies they've moved to.
Yet in some Muslim majority countries, Christians cannot openly preach the Gospel, build churches freely, or practice their faith without restrictions.
Why?
If we demand religious freedom for ourselves, we should be willing to grant it to others.
Truth does not need censorship.
If Islam is the truth, it has nothing to fear from a church, a Bible, or a Christian preacher.
You can't demand tolerance and freedom for Muslims abroad while denying the same freedoms to others at home.
The double standard needs to be called out.
i want to see something cool from your camera roll. not filtered faces. not recycled memes. i want your world. what you stop for. what you notice. just pictures you’ve actually taken… what you think is worth capturing.
show me.
A.I would have taken over 90% of all human activities and tasks and many things humans do today will be autonomous. Everything will be so autonomous that we’ll have so many obese and unhealthy humans, there’ll be self driving cars, robots will replace chefs, replace the police, replace singers, replace waiters, replace delivery men, replace literally everything.
Blind people would be cured and paralyzed people will regain the ability to walk and move again via brain chip interface like neuralink and maybe even become cyborgs having the ability to directly control and communicate with the internet just by thinking.
Bitcoin and digital assets will be the standard of money and Bitcoin would be at least $500,000 for one, crypto will be widely accepted in every corner of the globe
I suspect many diseases we know today will be entirely curable but replaced with even deadlier ones in the future but the very rich will be able extend their lives beyond > 150 years through technology, vital body organs like heart and liver will be easily bioprinted and you can replace worn out organs on a whim.
Many people will lose touch with reality as virtual and augmented games similar to the one showed in the movie RP1 and black mirror episodes will be a common thing, most people will prefer to live in a virtual reality wasting away their whole lives in the process.
I’ve talked about this one a lot but designer babies will be very common and possibly create two classes of humans, the designer ones and the normal ones. Parents will have the ability to select and edit the genes of their kids in the embryonic stage, make them taller, have darker or longer hair, make them stronger or faster whatever they want but most importantly eliminate genetic defects or diseases at that stage before they are born, I also predict ectopic pregnancies to be very common, natural childbirth could be very rare at this point.
The wealth gap will only get bigger as the wealthy will be able to take advantage of advancements in technology to further enrich themselves while the poor could get poorer unless an opportunity like bitcoin comes again and provides an equal opportunity for wealth which most still won’t take advantage of.
Arsenal will still be without a UCL trophy
I suspect humans would have fully colonized the moon and made it into an exclusive resort destination for the wealthy on one part and a heavy military base on another part and we probably would be very close to manned space missions to Mars if we haven’t gotten there already.
Evading crime will be almost impossible because of the advancement of technology, there will be facial recognition systems everywhere and we would have most probably catalogued 90% of DNA in crime cases like the one in the black mirror episode plaything
I suspect life will be dystopian but there will be so many opportunities to get rich and become wealthy.
I think it was Robert Greene who said, “When you meet a swordsman, don’t bother reciting poems—bring out your sword and fight.”
I cannot fault Eni for exhibiting feminine traits. For crying—no, for weeping—because his best friend is about to be wedded. Some men are more feminine than they are masculine, and perhaps that is their cup of tea. Let them sip it quietly.
But what I have every issue with is the rising cultural demand to not only tolerate but standardize this behavior as the model of manhood. That’s where I draw the line.
It is, by all rational standards, not related to masculinity. Women have said time and again that they want men who are in tune with their emotions. But in practice, they do not mean men who cry publicly—regardless of the circumstance. What they want are men who feel deeply, yet hold themselves with a certain majesty. A dignity—a righteous command. Not men who crumble like wet paper in the presence of sentiment.
It is one thing for a man to feel. It is another for him to leak. And no, they are not the same. We’ve become too comfortable with blurring lines simply because it makes people feel better about their own indecision. But clarity was never the enemy. Confusion now parades itself as progress—and men like Eni, have, sadly, become its poster boys.
I do not blame him for crying. I blame the world, no the women that clap for it. That says—“yes, this is the kind of man we need more of.”
A digression here:
Why do women clap for such outpouring of emotions:
Because applause is cheap when it costs you nothing. Because it feels good—progressive, even—to say “men should cry more,” until it is your own man sniveling before a challenge, sobbing at the weight of responsibility, or breaking down when you need him to stand.
Women clap for male vulnerability the way people clap for underdog stories—they want to watch it, not live with it. They cheer it in theory because theory is clean. It has no mud, no consequences. But real life is messier. Real life requires a man who can absorb chaos, not cave to it. Women say they want softness, but their bodies lean into strength. Their instincts reach for composure. Their safety depends not on how much you feel, but on how much you can withstand. The clapping is performance. The choosing is primal—it cannot be changed.
The big question is this: Do we need men who quiver in the face of sentiment, who fall apart in public, who have no quiet reservoir of steel to hold their emotions? Or do we just enjoy the spectacle of a man undoing himself for our comfort?
There was a time when restraint was considered virtue—not pathology. When silence in pain was not seen as emotional constipation, but as discipline—divine strength. The kind of strength that says, “I feel it. But I will not let it spill here.”
That time has been ridiculed, spat on, and dismissed as toxic. And yet—who do women cry to when the world burns? The same men who have learned to bottle thunder in their chests and still speak calmly. You don’t walk into a storm naked and call it honesty. You wear armor. That’s what masculinity was built for.
I’m not saying men should be stones. But by God, they must not be streams either. You cannot weep like a widow and expect the world to lean on you. A man’s emotions must be housed, not homeless. Tamed, not theatrical.
Honed like a blade—not broadcast like “El Cuerpo Del Deseo”.
I’ve seen too many women praise “vulnerability” in public—only to choose men who possess nerves of steel—calm, calculated men who chew bottles for breakfast and eat molten lava for dinner. It’s not hypocrisy. It’s instinct. A crying man does not signal safety. He signals exposure. And no matter how loud the modern script insists otherwise, no woman builds her future on a puddle.
So yes—when you meet a swordsman, don’t recite poems. Bring your sword. When you meet life, bring your spine. When you’re called to be a man, be a mountain, not a weeping babe.