FusilatNews – In a land where promises bloom like mirages in the desert, where words are sharpened into weapons, we stand in the eye of a paradox so absurd it feels scripted. Religious morality, meant to be a beacon, is drowned in the neon glare of political spectacle. Here, honor is not earned through virtue but through the deft maneuvering of deception, the meticulous choreography of self-interest.
Fasting teaches restraint, yet at the banquet of power, gluttony reigns. Zakat preaches generosity, yet within the ivory towers of governance, wealth is hoarded like a dragon guarding its ill-gotten gold. Fake diplomas? Adulterated fuel? Lies wrapped in the silk of official decrees? These are not scandals but rites of passage in a system that worships power and sacrifices truth at its altar.
And who graces this grand stage of hypocrisy? The names are carved into the nation’s consciousness: Jokowi, Bahlil, Airlangga, Zulhas, and an ensemble cast of men who have mastered the art of appearing righteous while feasting on the decay of justice. Politics, it seems, follows its own gospel—one that sanctifies cunning and canonizes those who can navigate the labyrinth of corruption with a smile.
Niccolò Machiavelli once declared, “A leader does not need to possess all good qualities, but he must appear to have them.” So here we are, watching villains dress as saints, sins rebranded as policies, and betrayal marketed as strategy.
George Orwell warned us too, “In times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.” But who dares be a revolutionary in a world where honesty is a liability and conscience is a burden too heavy for the ambitious?
Must we kneel before a political order that buries religious morality beneath the rubble of expedience? Must integrity be the sacrificial lamb for the perpetuation of power? If so, then faith is nothing but a costume, discarded once the masquerade of governance begins.
Yet history, relentless and unyielding, does not forget. It carves names into the stone of consequence. It whispers to the future. And in the silent fury of the oppressed, in the fasts that are more than just abstinence but quiet rebellions of the soul, there lingers a hope—that one day, the moral compass will be righted. That one day, truth will rise, not on the grand stage of politics, but in the hearts of those who refuse to kneel before false idols. For as Mahatma Gandhi so fiercely believed, “Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.”
