...I have said that silence is purity, that stillness is wisdom, that it salvage your tongue from foolery, and loudest boredom...
...that closing your mouth makes you holy, and not respond to Jack and folly, I watch the hands folded, eyes lowered, truth bleeding quietly on the floor
while they admire their restraint...
..silence i say, is peace, but I have seen silence rot, cut, molt gut... I have seen it sit comfortably while lies put on scholars’ robes and ignorance speak with confidence and boldness, spit venom like wisdom...
...we fear being called harsh, extreme, terrorist, or orientalist, but I fear the deadness of unchallenged falsehood as it ooze out of their foul canal ...
...because silence is not always mercy, sometimes, rather it is abandonment, I mean when knowledge elude is in abscondment...
...we heard, “don’t point. Don’t name. Don’t warn, they are untouchable, they built a legacy we can't match, they upheld knowledge we can't catch... As if deception dissolves when politely ignored....
...but ignorance does not retire on its own. It grows teeth. It multiplies followers. Truth does not scream.
It stands. Often alone. Often disliked. And then, a voice from the grave of history interrupts their comfort not with poetry, not with softness, but with necessity:
Some of the people said to Ahmad bin Hanbal:
“I find it difficult to say about a person that he has such and such problems, and so and so is like such and such.”
Imam Ahmad said: “If you remain silent and I remain silent when will an ignorant person know the authentic from the unauthentic?!”
[Majmoo Fatawa, 28/231]
*Allaahu I Musta'aan*
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