A disheartening reality. Humanity is haunted by the specters of greed. Empathy is pushed aside by a maelstrom of self-interest. In this remote land, hope seems almost nonexistent. It's an unimaginable nothingness. It stifles the mind, diminishes honesty, and stifles happiness.
Thus hope is buried in the silence of the night without a sound. Losing one's life is not a disaster. But it's seen as normal. A reality of arrogance, arrogance, arrogance and greed is displayed. Truth and goodness seem to disappear from sight.
Could the law of truth truly be pawned by betrayal? A betrayal that invites disaster, destruction, and calamity. The patience accumulated within the soul has run out. It spills over, leaving nothing left. It flows, eroded along with the lives of helpless, innocent people.
ā"O serene soul, go home to your Lord with a satisfied heart that is pleased with Him. So enter the group of My servants. And enter My heaven.". (QS. Al-Fajr verses 27-30). In the dark, silent prayers that soft voice was raised in the sky. You guys martyr quietly.
It felt like, as fast as lightning, greed had snatched away the last bit of happiness they had cherished. It had snatched away every glimmer of hope. Dry, withered, oddly wrinkled, and gaunt, their faces were imprinted with bitterness.
āYou know all the stories of people on the verge of death? You still know everything, you hear everything! So, Milan Kundera quipped in his novel, Identity. Ā
Humans are a disaster for other humans. They clash and then side with each other. Powers are mutually destroyed. Nature is dragged into the abyss of destruction. Noisy, noisy, with the machines of demolition. Nature screams, branches scattered.
Trees vanished, fallen, and there was no sound. The jungle, where a rare Tokhtor bird sang affectionately. The Poksai and Paok, who were chatting away. The Sempidan and Perkit, vanished without a sound.
Now nature answers loudly. Revenge strikes strongly. Revenge, no change boomerang. Thrown back to attack. A boisterous rumble rolled up, supporting. Like lightning going fast. A wisp of vengeance hit the arrogance. Dense, dense sweeping arrogance. Overcome greed.
O greedy humans. Anger has been brought upon you. You saw today, in silence the pot of nature responded. Manyapa-mu with his power. Approaching you with his might.
Perhaps you are safe today, you greedy human. But the heavens will bear witness, nature will speak, and one day you will be forced, tortured until your body writhes in agony.
To you, the creators of mischief, whoever you are, Nature will repay you in its own way.
Hopefully, our brothers and sisters who were hit by floods in Sumatra and wherever disasters strike, will be given fortitude, patience and strength by Allah SWT.
May Allah reward the donors and volunteers with commensurate rewards. Amen, O Lord of the Worlds
And Allah knows best
