End Of The World
A Cry from the Edge – One Soul’s Warning to the World
There comes a time when silence becomes betrayal — not of others, but of one’s own soul. This message is not just a reflection of a broken past, but a warning, born from pain, struggle, and a deep sense that the world is burning — not yet in flame, but in conscience.
I have lived with bipolar disorder. I have seen both extremes of the human mind — the sky-high elation and the crushing depths of despair. I have walked through systems that did not see me, through people who labeled me, judged me, discarded me. Yet through it all, I was gifted something strange: clarity.
This world is unraveling. Not just through war, pollution, or greed — but through the erosion of compassion, truth, and righteous action. We are walking toward a fire. And not all fires are physical. Some burn the soul.
My illness wasn’t just chemical. It became social. A curse in the eyes of some. I faced rejection from workplaces, mistrust from loved ones, and a society that punishes difference. But maybe, just maybe, the sickness isn’t just mine. Maybe the world is sick.
What do we call a system that values wealth over mercy? That ignores the mentally ill and elevates the cruel? That praises falsehood and mocks humility?
We call it what it is: a path to destruction.
Even in my darkest moments, I found something… someone. Not a voice, not a doctrine — but a presence, a reminder. Of truth. Of light. Many call him Jesus — a sign to humanity of what righteousness looks like.
He taught love. He lived humility. He spoke truth to power. He stood with the broken.
I do not claim to know all things, but I do know this: when we live by the light of mercy, justice, and humility, we walk toward salvation.
Call him what you will — a messenger, a sign, a spirit from the Divine — the truth he stood for is not confined to one religion or name. It is a call to return to goodness.
The real fire is not just in the future — it is in our daily cruelty, our indifference, our greed. But it is also in the conscience — the part of you that still whispers, “This is not right.”
If we do not turn back — to justice, to mercy, to truth — then what awaits us is not light, but flame.
This message is from someone society tried to silence. But my scars have become scripture.
You don’t have to believe in what I believe. But you must believe in doing good. In protecting the weak. In repenting for the harm you’ve done. In living as if someone, somewhere, is watching and waiting to judge — not in wrath alone, but in justice.
Call Him Allah. Call Him God. Call Him what your heart cries out to.
But know this: the world is not without consequence.
We must do good.