To talk in riddles

Sometimes I feel like crying, but the tear never fall.
Sometimes my heart moves in such a way that it becomes hard to breathe.

I am sad to see my ideals being raped by people much powerful than me.
I am thankful that there are still people that believe in ethics and truth supremacy although I fear they are now few and far between.

Yes, I know I'm being a tad naive. But, isn't a dream is also a target? Ideals are not dreams, it is a target with potential to become reality.

Other people question my religion, trying relentlessly to strip it from what it is bit by bit.

Usage of specific words, challenging the context of religion interpretation and also discussing the suitability of Islamic regulations in today's world are just some of the intentional interference into my religion.
Are we so dumb that we can't organize and manage for our own? Do we need intervention from others to tell us what we must or must not do?
For you, your own religion. For me, my religion.
It's just that simple.

I long for the day when truth prevails.

Do you know that darkness results from the absence of light?
The degree of darkness depend on the intensity of the light.
You can make light shine brighter, but can you make the dark be darker?
We are now in darkness because we do not have the light. The light comes in the form of knowledge, not a bolt from the sky.
Allah would not help those who refuse to help themselves.

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