Finding Toruk Makto

I was browsing through the channels, when I saw HBO playing the Avatar movie. (not the Nickelodeon cartoon one) I quickly turn to the channel, as I used to like that movie. [obviously I was bored]

As the movie plays, I kept watching as I was too amazed at how imagination brought to life. (I'm an animation geek. So?) And then suddenly, it hit me

the events in this movie portrays what we are about to experience near the end of the world

Well, maybe it's just me. But, heck, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, aite?

It struck me at the part where Jack started his mission to ride Makto. Near resurrection day, us Muslims believe that one man will rise and help us battle against you-know-who. One man who we call Mahdi. Now, we are in search of him, to prepare ourselves for that fateful day. And as the movie resumes, it is shown that Toruk Makto (that's what Jack is called after he rode Makto) has the power to rise above the leaders and take a stand, to speak and to be listened to. A man who is brave enough to climb above others to become a leader, eventhough that meant death. A man willingly sacrifice what he has to help others in the war against men.

That's the kind of guy we're looking for, aren't we?

On the day of resurrection, nothing else can help us but our imaan and our taqwa. At that moment, are we still overwhelmed by wahn? Or are we ready to fight?

Rise all muslims, for we are here in search for Jannah. Be the leader everyone is hoping for. Forget about the boundaries of the lands, for we are truly ONE at heart. Everyone is looking for the khalif.

WHERE ARE YOU?

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