Collapse of a City

Riot by Florian Olivo

And when We intend to destroy a city, We command its powerful but they defiantly disobey therein so the word comes into effect upon it, and We destroy it with [complete] destruction.
- Surah Al Isra verse 16

The verse has two parts;

1. Intent - Destroy a city

2. Result - Powerful defiantly disobey

1 Intent - Destroy a City

by Nasa

Allah is Just. Consider this case with the hypothesis; Allah does not do un-just to His people. He doesn’t destroy a good product. He doesn’t spoil His art work. He doesn’t want, a carefully built, flesh, bones and nerves are smashed like a lemon under His feet. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

There is a limit to all kinds of things. Pornography beyond a level, is a limit. Music beyond a threshold, is a limit. Noise, lies and ugliness beyond a level is a limit.

Similarly, the poor, or the richer, sleeping without thanking the creator for His blessings, for many years in a row, is a limit.

When, the limit is crossed i.e the poor are evil, the mediocre are corrupt and the rich are in their cosy beds. There comes the intent of Allah. There the destruction begins , fully controlled and directed to smash the ugliness.

2 Action - Powerful defiantly disobey

Brick Lane, Londres, Reino Unido by Bruno Figueiredo

The society was found corrupt. A procedure comes into place. The rich, ones who are badly corrupted, are given authority. They start squeezing the poor. The poor start getting fed up. They explode. Eventually it turns into destruction / collapse and fall of the society.

Today, honestly, right now, the authority is scratching its head. Trying to fix but failing. Trying to control but falling. Trying to win trust, but are disintegrating. Inside them, the top, is falling bit by bit, piece by piece and the weaker is getting crushed.

Earth is a good eco system planet. It balances, breathes and like NatGeo says, it is a mother. If you look at it from above, it is a beautiful place to live in. Good trees, dark grey patches of roads, dimmed street lights, some breeze and some water. Overall, above the planet, from the sky, it is one nice thing, carefully moving and fixing.

When we, human, people, developer, writer and mediocre, live a life of normalcy. Do not find the hunger, the fire inside us, lack passion / zeal and joy to lit bright. Do not find a reason to feel great. We go haywire and we consume mother earth, without feeling grateful.

This day, our city’s destruction has started, from your own soul first, then your home, then your car gets a hit, then you lose your job and the so called bosses so blindly you believed in, snatches away the last bite of your meal. That day, the city has fallen. The nation has collapsed. And the small men, will have the longest shadow.

Conclusion

Wake up by Bruno Figueiredo

Come on. Wake up. Take the buzz. Take the hit. Take the shower and show the run. Come on. Wake up and run.

These people, they won’t stand for you, won’t give you good salary, won’t give you good respect, won’t stand for you and won’t admire you. Your boss to your wife to your mother. They won’t let you win.

Get out. Today. Right now. Different. Lit bright. Bold. Heavy. Straight. And wide. Show them your shoulders, your punches, your wrinkles and your scars.

Win bro. It is not boring. Not dull. Not bad. Winning is not ugly. Win. It is your life. Win. If you won’t win, somebody else will win it for you. Somebody else will take away the reward. And somebody else will drive your dream car.