It started off like any other quiet morning. The kind of morning where your brain’s still half-asleep, your phone’s buzzing with useless notifications, and you’re not expecting much more than a meme or a viral recipe. But then I saw something that made my blood go cold and I promise you, it should’ve done the same to yours.
Donald Trump, yes, the same man who tweets like he’s narrating a WWE match proudly announced that the United States had successfully bombed three nuclear sites in Iran: Fordow, Natanz, and Esfahan. His words were gleeful, like he had just watched a firework show on New Year’s Eve. “A full payload of BOMBS was dropped… all planes are safely on their way home… Congratulations to our great American Warriors… NOW IS THE TIME FOR PEACE!”
I mean, what??
I’d say if this doesn’t make your stomach turn, then either you haven’t understood what’s happening, or you’ve become dangerously numb.
We are talking about a Muslim land being bombed. Not in a sci-fi movie. Not in some war simulation video game. In real life. In 2025. In front of the world. With celebration. And We-the Ummah-are mostly silent.
I would ask you this with full honesty, where is your voice? Where is your pain? Because if bombs dropped on Iran feel like just another headline to you, then something is broken inside us and that something is called Ghayrah.
Do you know what happens when nuclear facilities are bombed? This isn’t a strike on empty sand. These are sites surrounded by cities. By homes. By families. By workers going about their daily lives. One wrong hit, one leak of radiation, and generations are poisoned NOT metaphorically, literally.
And Trump?? He posted it like a win. Like a football score. Like a man who just squashed a bug and walked away.
I’d say it with all the force my words can carry: This was not “defense.” This was not “necessary.” This was humiliation. This was a message. A message to all Muslims. “Stay in line, or we’ll drop bombs. And your people will scroll past it while sipping coffee.”
Are we really this lost?!
We argue about clothes, halal gummies, and marriage age while a whole Muslim country is being bombed and we whisper about it in private!? I would scream this if I could: WAKE. UP.
This is not about Iran’s government. This is not about Shia or Sunni. This is about dignity. This is about the collective muscle memory of the Ummah being trained to flinch and then forget.
How many times will we watch it happen? Iraq. Syria. Libya. Gaza. Afghanistan. Kashmir. Sudan. And now Iran. How many? Ten more? Twenty?! Until it comes to your city? Your street?
I’d say silence has become our addiction. We feel “too small” to speak. We post a black screen. A caption. A dua. And then go back to scrolling. As if that makes the blood wash off our hands.
The Prophet saww said the Ummah is like one body. When one part is injured, the whole body reacts with fever and pain. But if your heart didn’t shiver when you read Trump’s post, then maybe we aren’t one body anymore. Maybe we’re a graveyard pretending to be a nation.
I would BEG YOU guys , for the sake of every crying mother in Esfahan, every child terrified in Natanz, and every Muslim watching the skies instead of the stars do not let this pass like another news bite.
Speak up. Share the truth. Ask questions. Write. Rage. And more than that, refuse to normalize this madness. Refuse to accept bombs as background noise.
Trump says “Now is the time for peace.”
I say: Now is the time for the Ummah to wake up.
Because the next time they bomb, they’ll be watching how loud we cry. And if we don’t cry at all they’ll know we’ve already lost.
I say it now with a trembling heart,
if today’s smoke doesn’t sting our eyes, tomorrow’s fire will blind us all.
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