Catastrophes are the greatest plagues for humanity. We are being tested with catastrophes, destructions. Our repressed true personalities and social characters come out in moments where everything is turned upside down.

When everything is settled and blessings are pouring over us, of course, it is all good. But, all of a sudden, when we jump out of our bed and everything is getting out of control, do we actually have the courage to face knowing our position on how to react – whether with rebellious feelings or gloom or trust in God – before a catastrophe occurs?

Is there anyone who wouldn’t feel shaken with his or her own spiritual reality after seeing the images of Gaza mothers, women and kids sitting next to debris, and feeling innermost pain facing the destroyed zone, their houses struck by the death-cussing bombs?

I really wonder; when encountering such tragedy, which one of the following sentiment or ideas does a human being get caught with? Is it sorrow, pain, rebel, prayer, curse? In all of a sudden, while everything is vanishing from his or her life, in what way can a human being react? Specifically, how can a mother show her proud manner accompanied with sorrow without losing control at the face of her little child, whose body is torn into pieces?

Among the lives, which the Zionist regime slaughtered, I have checked all the images of the Gazan women one by one. Imagine a woman who kneeled down to the wreck, which was once her house, feeling all the pain of the world upon her shoulders. You could read all the pain, lines of despair and devastating pain on her face or a monumental personality of a proud mother while being oppressed. She does not curse anyone by opening her arms and standing, but instead calls the divine justice to rule.

Before the bombs descend from the sky, there is another woman who rushed out with a sudden move to rescue her husband on a wheel chair and keep him away from the zone. There is no trace of fear on her face. At a time when death is raining from the sky, and everything is turned upside down, in such a traumatic situation, where does this nobility on her face come from?

In a world with a sharp contrast, while some are struck with the technological and sterile cruelty cussing death on Gaza, others turn mad with triumphant pleasure shouting after every bomb explosion. These two states of humanity regarding Palestinian women cannot be forgotten.

In every shot reflected in these pictures, whether she is crying in silence or opening her arms wide and screaming, there is no trace of lines on their face, which signals the insistence on their human limits. It’s these limits that are essential to the times when one loses control, because they don’t know how to react after losing their conscience in such catastrophic situations.

Unlike the momentary, commonplace reactions, on these faces you can capture a pose of a confident Muslim believer that would even inspire respect for those who even find this persecution fitting them.

This must be what it means to be a Muslim. It is the commitment, devotion, trust, belief in fairness and the truth and unshakeable faith against the persecution, righteousness and truthfulness.

Without these, such a personality type cannot emerge in the situations of catastrophe, neither by suggestions nor by force. I am sure that the faith of Gazan women in those pictures would not escape anyone’s notice and would inspire a deep respect before a feeling of pity. We know that this is not simply a list of pictures, but a human reality as anyone who knows the region well would admit.

Just as the looks on faces and eyes reflect the inner world of someone, their expressive mode is the self-care of the Muslim women in particular and the Muslim conscience, which is not an unnoticeable fact.

Did you see the clothes of these women who lost everything in an instant, including her most beloved ones, her house, which she used as a shelter and her wealth? In this horrific devastation, let alone losing their conscious and tearing their clothes and body apart, almost all of them covered their bodies properly and wore their hijab appropriately. The first thing that I realized in the photos is how the Gazan women protected their body and took care of their own covering. The secular western mind which suggested that the hijab is the ‘Muslim man’s imposition to women and an insulting practice’ would never grant this self-confidence to the woman or in other words their freedom.

My point is not to eulogize Gaza looking at the pictures. Compared to the modern human’s extreme ‘free individual’ concept, the Gazan people use their resilience, struggle, the righteousness in one’s own cause, the self confidence that the Islamic standpoint provides to humans, commitment, self-consciousness and the amazing link that one sets up with the Lord, which emerge at the face of such devastation and pain. This would only cause a storm of denial among those who turned mad because of their despair.

This self-identity, existence and the peacefulness with the world, the amazing personality pattern, which persists with the connection to the Lord, appears in every single Muslim while it is vanishing in the modern individual. With the indulgence in self-honor and arrogance, the modern individual is so fragile and weak. Even with a small impact, there is no obstacle for him or her to verge on the edge of suicide, denial or any kind of madness pushing the limits of the reason.

Fortunately, we are Muslims!

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