Once there lived a hunter who loved to collect weapons. Long distance, short distance weapons, swords, daggers, maces, guns, machine guns, bazookas, tanks and jets. ‘All the more efficient to take down the hunt’, he would say, and collect weapons he did. The sight of his collection would make any animal tremble, and he was not poorly trained in their use either.
One fine day, the hunter decided that he wanted to hunt wolves. Winter was fast approaching and their pelts would keep him warm during the long nights. So off into the wilderness he went with a good many rifles, machine guns and a few bazookas just in case. Indeed he was a sight to be feared (or laughed at?).
His hunt though were not ones to fear men for they too were haunted by the long winter ahead, and a lone man with but his steels was game enough for their winter supply.
As the pack closed in on him, the hunter raised a rifle, took aim and…shot himself in the foot.
The wolves stopped their advance as the hunter cried out in pain; not because of the racket but because of the absurdity they just witnessed.
Next the hunter took out a hunting knife and…chopped off one of his own limbs. The wolves sat on their haunches and whined with puzzlement. What a weird human this one is, they thought.
As if that wasn’t enough, the hunter armed a machine gun and…maimed both of his legs.
Crippled and helpless, the hunter lay in a pool of his own blood and gore surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves – all the doings of his own hands.
The wolves stared at the hunter with bewilderment and curiosity. Then the alpha shrugged and resumed the hunt - massacre more likely. The wolves had a feast that night.
- Knowledge is useless unless you use it. If you collect and possess a lot of weapons, but you do not use them when they are needed, then it would be as if you do not have them – worse in fact because you actually DO have them. Similarly if you possess all the knowledge in the world but you do not practice and apply them, then they are but useless baggage. What use is having a gun in your hands if you do not pull the trigger when a wolf comes for your throat…
- Worse than useless is folly, and this is when one uses the resources at his disposal not for his own betterment but for his destruction. The Muslim Ummah is not short of resources – whether knowledge, funds or produces from the Earth. It would be almost impossible to deny the latter two, though the first may be contended. Our problem is that we use those very resources to destroy ourselves as the hunter maimed himself with his own weapons. And with that we present ourselves very nicely on silver platters to our enemies.
- The Muslim Ummah is as a single body. When one part is hurt, the whole body feels the pain. Being heedless of the pain is still within the realm of logic – the work of the anaesthetist mayhap – but to willingly harm oneself, that is inanity manifest. We (the Muslim Ummah) are hurt: in Palestine, in Somalia…even in ‘peaceful’ and ‘prosperous’ Malaysia. Our bellies and our enemies anaesthetise us from those pains so we do not notice as the injuries fester and spread. But the really weird one is that we willingly maim ourselves: in Syria, in Palestine, in Egypt and…even here at home (no?). While wolves come for our throat, we use our own guns to cripple ourselves (rather than shoot the obvious threat). What logic explains that!?
- Friend and foe. We mistake one for the other when we lose sight of our true GOAL. When we have veered off the straight, clear path that Rasulullah has shown us. Not an uncommon human error verily, yet one best corrected fast less our new crooked path destroys us – as the hunter shaped his own sorry end – and leads us to hellfire. Recall our original goal – ‘we seek naught but Allah’s Love and eternal Jannah by His Leave’.