In these troubling days, speaking of war weighs heavily on my heart, as does the turmoil within our collective consciousness. I fear this unrest could spiral out of control, transforming into cruelty and the rejection of anyone who disagrees. When panic takes hold, it strips people of fairness, causing them to see difference as a threat to be crushed rather than understood. The language of insult in a wounded nation contradicts the very principles of patriotism.
How many of us have felt the weight of this war in its silence, a silence filled with reflection, deliberation, caution, and the effort to comprehend the complexities of what is happening?
However, this silence, despite its depth, can sometimes become a burden heavier than the clamor of words, especially when it fails to equip us with the tools needed to confront an external crisis that continues to grow and whose repercussions intensify within. Words accumulate, voices rise, yet meaning remains elusive. People talk endlessly, analyze extensively, and issue many pronouncements. However, it becomes clear that what is being discussed is not true understanding, but rather hasty impressions upon which rigid stances are built and defended with blind obstinacy. It is a painful paradox - abundant fear but scarce understanding. We witness harshness in positions and superficiality in perception. Some speak with unwavering confidence, yet it rests on shaky ground. Here, the pain is compounded because we face not only an external threat but also this internal turmoil. This situation reflects an inability to read between the lines and to grasp the full context. It is painful to watch panic and fear strip a person of their wisdom. This fear feeds on information taken out of context and fragmented from the bigger picture.
Opinions are circulated as if they were established facts, lacking depth or scrutiny, which leads to confusion and, ultimately, anxiety. The paradox is striking – intense fear and shallow understanding, rigidity in positions, and the exclusion of opposing viewpoints. All of this only deepens the pain. We must humble ourselves before the truth, so we can draw upon all the tools of understanding and knowledge, recognizing that what we perceive is not necessarily absolute truth. In the absence of humility, rigid certainty takes hold, seeing only itself and hearing only its own voice. The problem may not be a lack of words, but a lack of meaning.
Despite all this, amid the clamor, a constant whisper remains in my heart – O Kuwait, lofty, proud, and beloved, you who have loved and honored all your children, in all their diversity and from every background, so that they have cherished your soil and your sea. May you always remain dear, and may our souls be sacrificed for you. (The above statement was written by a Kuwaiti woman who wished to remain anonymous)
By Ahmad alsarraf email: [email protected]
