By Dr. Adnan Bouzan

Life has faces that reveal themselves only when we possess the courage to step outside the herd, when we refuse to be an echo of what has been said or a shadow of what has been imposed. We are children of a moment that does not tolerate repetition—a moment that calls upon us to speak our word not as a fleeting impulse, but as a conscious stance, a moral responsibility, and a historical choice.

We are neither advocates of chaos nor prophets of war, but sons and daughters of a conscience that, when awakened, becomes stronger than weapons and more truthful than slogans. Real battles do not begin in the streets, but in minds; they are not decided by noise, but by insight. When consciences ignite, truth rises from beneath the rubble, words recover their meaning, and silence becomes betrayal rather than neutrality.

Yes, corruption is a fact, and terrorism a reality; they are neither linguistic illusions nor political scarecrows. Yet more dangerous than both is their transformation into political commodities—pretexts for settling scores or bridges crossed by those aspiring to private power. Wisdom lies neither in exaggeration that manufactures panic nor in minimization that kills awareness, but in a rational approach that sees the flaw clearly and confronts it without cheap exploitation or suspicious denial.

We do not need more players on the stage of the homeland, nor partisan displays of force clashing over the ruins of society. What we need is calm, courageous, and honest work that places the public interest above all else and restores the idea of the state as a unifying moral contract, not a spoil divided among power and influence.

Let us be honest with ourselves: the homeland is not an exception in a world torn apart by wars, crises, and corruption. What makes the difference is political will and social awareness. Either we treat our wounds as an eternal fate, or we transform them into productive consciousness, genuine reform, and a renaissance grounded neither in denial nor in justification, but in acknowledgment, accountability, and construction.

This is not a moment of fascination with tragedy; it is a moment that tests meaning itself. Either we remain silent witnesses to the erosion of the homeland, or we become conscious partners in its salvation. Only then do we truly have a voice… the word regains its weight, and the future acquires possible contours.