Bloody Civilian

 “The Muslim masses have been falling for this trick since ages”

It should surprise no one that many in the Palestinian leadership, like far too many political elites across the Muslim world, live in staggering wealth, while their people live in staggering grief. Politics here is not the art of governance; it’s the art of performance. The stage is draped with slogans, martyrdom, and perpetual crisis. The product for sale is not roads, hospitals, or a better tomorrow it’s “resistance.”

From Gaza to Rawalpindi, Tehran to Kabul, the script hardly changes. Leaders wrap themselves in religion as if it were armor, but their own children often live far from the battlefields they invoke, in countries they denounce from the podium. This is not a mere accident of hypocrisy, it's carefully and sanely engineered . While ordinary citizens sacrifice life and livelihood in the name of God, the ruling class thrives on dollars, real estate, and foreign passports.

“We, the bloody civilians are the buyers”

Yet to place all the blame at the feet of leaders would be dishonest. They exist because we allow them to exist. They are sustained not just by corruption, but by our applause. We vote, support, or submit to those with the loudest promises, not the clearest plans. We rally behind grand speeches, not grounded solutions. We demand the comfort of vengeance more than the challenge of peace.

In too many of our societies, pride is measured not in literacy rates, scientific breakthroughs, or the wellbeing of our children, but in the number of “martyrs” we can count. Medicine is less glamorous than martyrdom. Nutrition is forgotten in the chase for nuclear capability. We dream more about the death of the “enemy” than the life we could build for ourselves.

As long as our political culture celebrates sacrifice over survival, and vendetta over vision, the cycle will not break. Rich hypocrites will continue to rule poor, divided masses. And when the time comes for them to rest, they will rest not under the earth they claim to love, but in the safety of foreign lands they once called “infidel.”

We may curse them as sellers of false dreams but the harder truth is this: their marketplace survives because we keep buying. And until we demand something better, the tragedy will go on.

Wassalam