Beyond Noise…

The Wind of Mutual Respect in 1447H

“In the dust of collapse, we share bread. In the shadow of blame, we offer light. Selamat Hari Raya.” Hari Raya Edition.

Prelude: Forgive Me.

Standing at the Gates.

As we stand at the gates of 1447 Hijri, I know many of you look to this platform for answers. You seek wisdom to break through the Dust—the dust of conflict we see on the news, the dust of the streets where our neighbors sleep without a roof over their heads, and the digital noise that fills our ears but leaves our hearts empty.

I am not a man who walks on water. I have not flown to the heavens to bring back divine secrets. I am, just like you, merely a traveler standing in the wind.

The Answer Is Not Out of Reach.

Sixty years ago, a young poet told us that “the answer is blowing in the wind.” We often misunderstand that, as if the answer is elusive or invisible. But wind is what gives wings their lift. Without it, engines just make noise, burn fuel, and go nowhere.

In our lives, Love and Mutual Respect are that wind. The ‘Common Sense’ we so desperately need is not a complex political theory or a new technology. It is the radical act of seeing the person next to us—not as a ghost on the street or a profile on a screen, but as a soul deserving of dignity.

The Dust of Brutality.

But the dust is no longer only a metaphor. It is the dust of collapsed homes in Gaza, the dust of streets where children search for bread, the dust of silence after bombs. And in Europe, even the sacred act of breaking fast—an iftar in the Tweede Kamer—was turned into a chamber of division, where hospitality became a battlefield of symbols.

The ignorance and the blame games carried out in Western civilization are breathtaking. Enough. One cannot ignore the signals of apocalypse when they stand in plain sight: children buried under rubble, parliaments unable to share bread without suspicion, neighbors treated as shadows instead of souls.

The Wind of Mutual Respect.

If we cannot share bread without suspicion, if we cannot let the wind of respect pass through our institutions, then we are left only with noise. The brutality in the Middle East is not far away—it echoes in our parliaments, our chambers, our rituals.

This is not prophecy. It is an observation. The apocalypse is not a hidden code—it is the erosion of dignity, the collapse of respect, the noise that drowns out the human soul.

Becoming the Wing.

So let us stop trying to ‘acquire’ wisdom as if it were a trophy. Instead, let us try to be the wings that catch the wind.

Be peace where there is war. Be bread where there is hunger. Be listening where there is noise.

The answers to how many roads a man must walk are not found in law books; they are found in how we treat each other while we walk.

A Wish for Hari Raya.

On this Hari Raya, I wish you forgiveness, dignity, and renewal. May we mend what is broken, may we share bread without suspicion, and may we breathe respect into every chamber of power and every home.

Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf zahir dan batin.

Listen to the Rhythm: Bob Dylan – Blowin’ in the Wind (Official Audio)

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