We’ll teach students, through columns by people like Zafar Iqbal, that you must fall in love during student life, otherwise it’s hard to concentrate on studies.
We’ll use romantic stories from so-called intellectuals, writers, and novelists to convince them that life is meaningless, bland, and dull without a little love outside marriage. That a post-marriage affair adds the required twist to life.
By the end of the day, we’ll teach them to become such strange, beast-like humans who have no purpose in life, no eternal destination, no definite standard or ideal to follow.
After teaching all this, when they can no longer hold themselves together and show up with an experience of abortion as the fruit of love, we’ll turn a blind eye. When he commits rape, we’ll publish a column titled “Hey all Men! Try to be human.”
When a woman goes to a party, gets touchy-feely, we’ll say it’s normal. When he murders, takes interest-based loans, drinks alcohol, accepts bribes; we’ll label all of it as personal freedom. We’ll show everyone in this category and smugly pretend it’s all normal.
If someone commits suicide over not getting something trivial, or becomes depressed from not finding meaning in life, we’ll invite motivational speakers like Sulaiman Sukhon Bhai to give speeches upon “How to become successful in this world?”
But we’ll always avoid the topic of the Hereafter, dismiss it with contempt. When there’s no morality left in you, we’ll write long articles in TV talk shows and newspapers, and try to prove through debates that some psychological genes are to blame. Still, we’ll never admit our double standards. We won’t want to give up our hypocrisy.
We won’t accept just how blindly rigid we are.
No matter what happens, we’ll never implement the only real solution, Islam, because that would expose our deceptive masks with ease.
Yes, this is who we are! We are your society.
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P.S: It is partially collected, paraphrased and translated version of the original Bengali essay. That original version is filled with even more brutally honest lines, if you read, you would eventually realize that my part is just a tip of an ICEBERG.
Source: one of the Blogs from Lost Modesty, their official website
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