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| Written by Sunny Rasheed Lucman Pacasum | ||||||||||||||||
| Tuesday, 18 September 2007 | ||||||||||||||||
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Now it seems almost an eternity since I left Muslim Mindanao. Word has it that my cousin is dead set on carrying on with his cause as a Mujahideen. I can be considered a typical barrio boy who abruptly found himself in the big city. While my cousin and I have parted ways ideologically, we still share the same perennial love and concern for the land of our birth, and everyday that passes by, I thank God for moving me closer to the time when I will be going home. Call me naïve, but I still believe in the resilience of our race. Behind my pursuit to find my personal capitalistic legend lays the dream of being able to go back in Mindanao and continue the struggle. The promise of living permanently in a 1st world country is tempting but I ask myself how can I do away with my Bangsamoro blood when I belong to a race of great heroes who has set the tone for future generations to inherit? I’m an obsessively impatient person, but I’m determined to wait for the day our people and this government will put an end to the Mindanao conflict when both parties will commit to an agreement that will not fall short of the aspiration of every Moro having our own Islamic state. I don’t care if it takes ten more years or twenty for the balance of power to tip in favor of the oppressed, or if I don’t see such tipping at all. It’s enough for me to know that the freedom of the Bangsamoro is coming and is truly inevitable. The struggle has not ceased for the last hundred years. I’m now 25 years old and my age has absolutely nothing to do with my dreams. Age, young or old should never be an excuse for a person’s “State of idealism” We must understand that our ideologies is the fuel that ignite the aspirations we have, it’s the reason for starting each new day with a sense of hope. Without it, there will be little for us to live for. The biggest problem with our generation is that we’ve stopped forming our own opinions. I’m starting to envy the past generations where the youth made good use of their freedom of speech. Raising clenched fist, waiving the Bangsamoro flag and blasting every program that smelled of Marcos dictatorship. That was an era when to be apathetic was to be a traitor to the Bangsamoro cause. I will forever bring with me the images of those defiant students who were mercilessly brutalized by the police forces, while their fathers and mothers either cowered in fear of the sight of abusive police. The students held their ground without fear, determined to face the full might and brutality of the government with their frail bodies. They stood defiant taking upon themselves the daunting gigantic duty of righting the wrong that their government has brought upon their land and their people and I saw in them so much anger, frustration, and anxiety. This is because it was a time when people cared. They voiced the hidden hopes of every Muslim in this country. That’s why I admire the youth’s willingness to march in the streets for what they believe in and to do something about the situation instead of asking someone else to do it. But these days activist are brushed off as addicts; kids-crying-for attention, people who are bored and need to find an outlet for their angst. I think the word activist when you live in a democracy is a redundant term. All citizens in a democratic country are by the very fact they live in a democracy are activists because you have to be otherwise it’s not at all democratic. Democracy is not a spectator sport. It’s a participatory event. It only works when every one is active. One way is to exercise our freedom to speak. Freedom of speech is not just a democratic right. Freedom of speech exists because it is conceded that there is no one voice of reason. There is no monopoly on truth which is why there is no one constitution that is absolute. The strength of the democracy is its people but that strength can also be a weakness particularly when you have a citizenry that swallows all the lies of the government, which is clearly the case of our countrymen. Idealism is tough to handle, only those who are steadfast in their principles and strong can overcome the frustrations that challenge it. That is why only a few nurture idealism in their hearts for long. Those who do not believe that things can be done should not stand in the way of those who pursue change. These are probably the ones who have lost hope in our people. We have to revive that hope in them to create a progressive Islamic society that is founded in and driven by idealism. A revolution in the heart and mind must take place. Inshallah someday the Bangsamoros will overcome the difficulties it is grappling with right now. And soar high with much to be proud of in the eyes of the world. I believe and have faith in the inner goodness of our people as the key in the transformation of society for the better. The evils we see in our society should not deter us from our pursuit of justice. I believe every Muslim should be among the first to do something to free our land from the debilitating grip of greed and injustice. We need revolutionaries to persuade every Muslim into becoming active participants in the Bangsamoro quest for freedom. Freedom from this deceased government.  Add as favourites (38) |  Quote this article on your website | Views: 559 | E-mail
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continue to inspire us to fight for ur so called freedom 
keep up the good work
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