A World Without a Conscience: When Silence Becomes Complicity”

The Burning Middle East — But Where Is the World’s Conscience? This War Is Not New — Only Our Silence Is Louder

---

Have you ever wondered how many people go to bed each night unsure if they’ll live to see the morning?
How many children, instead of worrying about homework, silently wonder if their school building will still be standing by sunrise?
How many mothers cradle not just babies in their arms, but a constant unease — born of war, airstrikes, hunger, and relentless uncertainty?

And this is not just about Gaza or Palestine.
This is Iran. This is Sudan. This is Yemen. This is Syria, Ukraine, Kashmir — and countless other places where hope, humanity, and harmony bleed quietly every day.
Places where powerful nations, selfish leaders, and self-declared gods redraw entire maps in pursuit of their personal empires.

The world stands at a bizarre crossroads.
No conscience is stirred when a country is invaded.
No emergency UN session is called when schools crumble on top of children.
No urgent resolutions are passed when generations are buried under missile strikes.

A handful of powerful nations and individuals now hold the world hostage.
They decide which nation is a “threat.”
They label who is a “terrorist.”
And they begin their massacres not in the dead of night, but in plain sight.
The tragedy isn’t just that they do this —
The tragedy is that no one stops them.

Today, a human life has become a footnote in a policy document.
And suffering? Just another news segment.
At times, it feels as if we live in a silent jungle —
Where predators roam freely, and the innocent are merely frightened spectators.

The world says it wants peace.
But what kind of peace?
A peace that demands silence in the face of injustice?
A peace that asks us to turn away from massacres and mute our empathy?
A peace that permits us to care only for our borders while the rest of the world burns?

No. We don’t need a peace built on silence — we need a peace founded on justice.
A peace that doesn’t discriminate between race, religion, or nation.
A peace where no one claps when a bomb falls.
A peace where a child’s cry doesn’t just become a cinematic shot but pierces hearts.

It is still not too late.
Not too late to acknowledge that the sanctity of life is greater than the value of land.
Not too late to build a United Humanity, instead of just the United Nations.
Not too late to let our conscience — not our weapons — shape the world’s future.

History tells us:
No tyranny lasts forever.
No tyrant is immortal.
But it also warns us:
That when the cries of the oppressed go unheard,
And the world claps while watching misery unfold —
Tyranny becomes a system.
And once a system is built on injustice, humanity itself begins to die.

The dream of a peaceful world will only be realized when we accept that:

We belong not just to a country, but to the human race.
We speak not just our own tongue, but the language of every oppressed soul.
We