Justice has always been my compass—but the world I saw didn’t follow its direction.

Studying Politics and International Relations was my attempt to understand how laws and governments could create order, stability, and peace. Yet the more I learned, the clearer the hypocrisy became: Bosnia, Iraq, Afghanistan, Yemen, Libya, Somalia—wherever Western powers intervened, bloodshed followed.

International Law? A hollow promise. The UN’s justice? A myth. In the post-colonial world, Muslims were always the villains—caricatured by the media, Hollywood, and political elites as barbaric or weak.

I realised this wasn’t just a broken system—it was a world that refused to see Muslims as equals.

October 2023 plunged the Ummah into shock.

The cries of our Palestinian brothers and sisters rang through the globe—exposing the mirage we’d been living in. The Zionist world turned on us. Peaceful resistance was branded a threat. Simply being Muslim became an act of defiance. Our protests were smeared as "hate marches." The Muslims were disoriented, scrambling for a response.

Amid the chaos, I struggled to find my role. I protested on weekends, only to return to my desk by Monday. I blogged online, but exhaustion always crept in. I raged at Muslim leaders—yet could only watch, powerless, as they failed us.

In the depths of du’a, I wept alone, consumed by a crushing truth: this was more than grief—it was the weight of collective helplessness.

“When will the victory of Allah come?” The question haunted me. So did the longing: “If only we had another Salahuddin.”

Our History Speaks

I turned to Islamic history—and what I found stunned me. A world unrecognisable today:

• Masjids that debated politics openly.

• Scholars who walked among students, guiding them.

• Leaders who ruled by consultation, not ego.

• Schools where children learned Islamic history, not just rituals.

• Communities that raised generations collectively, rather than the nuclear family

This was a civilisation built on justice, mentorship, and true brotherhood—protected by the Shariah and united under the Caliphate.

Then I looked at our reality: A hollow, individualised Islam where Muslims were left to suffer. Where are the scholars challenging oppression? Where is the unified resistance? Why have we reduced our faith to private rituals while our Ummah bleeds?

That’s when I understood: Our victory lies in reclaiming our past.

Our united mission

To change the present, we must revive the communal courage of our forefathers. Rebuild the systems that made us strong. And work together—not as scattered individuals, but as an Ummah with one mission:

How do we free our people?

We have different stories, different perspectives—and that’s the power of this project.

Our history is the key to our resistence.

Through historical deep-dives, political analysis videos, social media threads, blog essays, and open online discussions, I'm building a community rooted in intellectual courage—where we connect the past to reclaim our future.

Victory won’t come from failed leaders—it will rise from us. The youth of this ummah. We will be the heroes this Ummah awaits.

May Allah accept this effort and raise among us those who revive the deen and raise the Word of Allah across the earth. Ameen.