The Long Dark Night of the Soul
It is 3:50 AM. The wind is howling outside, my son snores gently on the sofa, and here I sit in the dark, asking myself the same old question: What am I here for?
I feel like I am back to square one. Old ghosts of the past no longer haunt me, yet a sense of hopelessness lingers—of wasted energy, of unfulfilled creativity. My mind asks: Where is all this taking me? I recall J. Krishnamurti’s advice—watch your mind, analyze every thought closely—and realize, perhaps, I am already living that practice. Watching, reflecting, bearing witness.
And then, I cannot ignore it: while I wrestle with my own shadows, millions are facing horrors I can hardly imagine. Gaza lies in ruins. Families scrape for food and water, children starve before their mothers’ eyes. What is my “dark night” compared to theirs?
History may one day record that never before has humanity been tested so deeply as now. And yet here I am, torn between my small private despair and the unbearable grief of a wounded world.
I tell myself I must remain neutral, a witness. That even this tragedy must carry the will of Allah, and a lesson for mankind. But my heart aches. My tears have dried, though sorrow still burns in my chest.
I saw the videos of protests worldwide, people waving Palestinian flags and chanting for freedom. I was with them in spirit. I salute them. Their voices remind me that hopelessness is not the answer—bearing witness is. Remaining awake is.
Even for the Jews of Israel, I feel sorrow, for they too are being dragged into history’s shame by the blind arrogance of a Zionist regime. And the United States, along with the Western nations complicit in this genocide—they, too, will face the reckoning, when Allah declares: Enough is enough.
So I sit, in this long dark night, reflecting on both the world’s pain and my own. And I realize: maybe that is why I am here. To watch. To reflect. To not turn away. To keep the candle of consciousness lit, even when the night feels endless.
Because oppression never lasts. Truth always rises.
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