Fighting, you know, doesn't always require a battlefield. Well, it does, but not the battlefields you have read about in historic British novels. There are battlefields inside of us, where we go on with a war with our own selves every day. Animals are known to fight for their survival, but humans are the greater animals not because they fight to get martyred, but because half of us fight to carry on living. And if your religion contains the concept of heaven and hell, you might even fight with yourself to get into heaven. It sounds a bit complicated, because frankly it is. It was a perception of the olden times that a man needed only oxygen to live, and when air stopped coming out of his two nostrils people pronounced him to be dead. That’s how stupid people were, but it's not their fault because they were never taught to acknowledge the war within themselves, the war that takes the life of even the greatest of the man, just like we have heard about death in religious books (to tell man that no matter how wealthy he is, he must die). The only difference between physical and mental death is that in the prior one stops breathing no matter how living or dead he was inside, but in mental death one has to face the torture to keep on living. One of the most personal grudges that I have with inner death is that when people get martyred people get acknowledged by the country, but why does a man not get any acknowledgement who has died inside a long time ago and still continues to serve his country and does his nine to five job. It sounds hilarious but how was the country to survive and function if all these people who were dead from the inside suddenly realised that they need acknowledgement for their suffering. Nobody would go to work; the country would go bankrupt trying to pay for all these living people’s dead lives.
If you have ever studied the religion Islam, you would have known the word “Jihad-e-Naves” or “War with your desires”. People go to war with their desires every day, they acknowledge that war, they feel proud of it, God has a reward for it. But why do we humans who follow the Quran, not reward people for their suffering. Reward is not the word that fits here but rather acknowledgement. Have you ever thought of going to your friend who you meet everyday to say, “I am so proud of you, for getting out of bed today, for fighting the battle with yourself today, it must have been so hard, let's take a break, let me tell you the story”? But we don’t say that, we don’t want to sound like a maniac. Because a maniac would only be talking about mental battles. You know, like the one writing this essay
By Malaika Mohsin
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