I Want Tears of Joy!
I will never forget that day when I went to visit a Pakistani eye doctor to treat a severe inflammation in my eye. He asked me for a sample of my tears to examine in order to accurately diagnose the condition.
I sat on the balcony, gripped by fear, and worried like a straight hair in the eye of a person with amputated hands, wondering again and again! Would the test result reveal my sadness? Would he find in it that Palestinian child with curly hair, or the scene of children's remains scattered on burnt tents, and that starving pilgrim with his skeletal frame groaning in pain next to his widowed daughter with her six children eating flour mixed with sand, obtained by her brother, bloody with wounds under bombardment, fire, and humiliation? What if he discovered my anger at neighboring countries that narrowed and even participated in that siege?
He will certainly see in them what I fear, the image of the Sudanese woman embracing her child, surrounded by shadows of monsters who wanted to kill him and violate her honor, and the scene of the Sudanese man being trampled alive from the soles of his feet to his head.
Do you think he will be able to classify the types of tears? What if he arranged them according to tears of anger descending to tears of hope, then he would record my anger at what Syria has become and learn about the conditions of the free women of the Uyghurs and the wounds of the Muslims of India. Perhaps the tears of hope that I shed in devotion to God, asking for the victory of His religion, may alleviate the burden of what that doctor saw.
Finally, I arrived at the hospital to meet him to find out the result. He stared at me for a long time as if I were a scandalous history of many crimes against Muslims.
I surprised him with a question: Doesn't Pakistan have one of the largest armies in the world in terms of numbers and readiness? Does it not possess a nuclear weapon that gives it prestige and deterrence? What about its strategic location between China, India, and Iran as a gateway to Central Asia, giving it political and economic power, in addition to its relative self-sufficiency in defense industries? Economic and military strengths that have not even been used to pressure regimes hostile to Muslims, do you know why, Doctor? Because the Pakistani regime, like the rest of our regimes, is subject to international pressure, especially from America, so will we settle for shaking our heads as you are doing now?!
Hasn't the time come, after years of wandering, to reorient our compass as Muslims, as we were great and possessed the sovereignty of the world under a just caliph who ruled according to the Book of God Almighty and the Sunnah of His Messenger ﷺ? We are a people whom God has honored with Islam, so why do we accept such humiliation, and the war declared today is a war on religion and Muslims? Here honor is violated, blood is shed, and plans are announced for a new Abrahamic religion, temples are built, and idols bring us back to eras of polytheism and disbelief!
Sorry, Doctor, I don't want treatment, for my pain is not healed by manufactured pills or anesthetic needles, but by a radical solution that leaves no room for tears to be shed.
We want a rightly-guided caliphate based on the method of the Messenger of God ﷺ that restores the nation's dignity, avenges its enemies, supports its oppressed, and is fair to its members. We want a rightly-guided caliphate that has its prestige, shaking the pillars and thrones of the pharaohs of our time. Yes, I want tears of joy.
Written for the media office of Hizb ut-Tahrir
Manal Umm Ubaida