Ideology.

You are in a laboratory.

You read and research, you derive a formula. 

You mix ingredients according to that formula and create a solution. 

You feel happy. You write out that formula to the rest. 

It spreads. Everyone starts making the solution through that formula. 

You come back to your lab, beaming with success, you decide to call all your friends. 

You launch a grand operation. 

You take the formula to other labs. 

The other labs have same ingredients but different atmosphere. Different environment. 

You continue mixing the ingredients, however, this time the formula yields not a solution but a monster. 

The monster grows. You remain unaware. 

It grows until it turns too big to be denied. 

Sitting here, you debate, whether and how to end the monster. 

Some even tell you the positives of letting the monster remain. 

This is how ideology stems from theology - eventually leading to movements. 

Movements are not good or bad. Any movement rising against tyranny and injustice is good. 

However, not every formula for movement turns the way you want it to until of course you deliberately wanted a monster. 

Not every culture, not every nation in Arab Spring had the same ingredients. Not every nation had the context of Egypt. Not Syria. Not Iraq. 

Not every culture yields the same result. Not every nation is independent of Global Powers with vested interests. 

Some of them want a monster, some don't. 

You are sitting in the lab with the monster as your army goes to war with it here in Pakistan. 

This is how ideologies shape. Religious narratives evolve from theologies. Versions and brands endorsing movements, when movements turn violent, theologies disassociate themselves from it. 

When monster turns big, the blame game starts as to who created the formula. The formula is not wrong. The theologies are not wrong. What is wrong is how ingredients are mixed with vested interests with hegemonic intentions. 

If you know what I mean. 

In our loneliest moments.
In our happiest ones too.
When we get up and leave.
When we run and come back.
It is He who remains.
It is He who yet Loves us the most.
Blesses us the most.
Why then do we forget to Trust Him the Most.

Zartosh.

Zartosh asked what the issue was. Aged 7, he did his little dance, decided his best to be at the behavior that impresses me the most. 

But I, I decided to ignore him. 

I picked up the little kid and kept him in the corner. 

But why are you ignoring me, whined the little kid. 

I took a deep breath, folded my arms, rolled my eyes and went away. 

I walked into the comforts of Life, of the world and I felt so much like them. 

I suddenly could feel part of everything, at least as a passive observer if not an active participant. 

I felt just like the others. 

I was told, now, just copy the rest. 

All awhile, amidst the acceptance I got, I had made a little trade deal. 

For the peace of acceptance and of looking like the rest, I had decided to keep Zartosh away. 

Even when Zartosh believed to have been performing in a disciplined away, I sat him away. Away from me, for he made me think, he made me step up and do things. 

It was easier to be away from Zartosh than to be with Zartosh. 

Between the world and Zartosh, I chose the world. 

Between conformity and Zartosh, I chose conformity. 

Between understanding and being understood, I chose understanding. 

Not so many years ago, one of my really good friends had once stopped me mid sentence and said, "You know your brain is crazy right?". I had smiled and nodded. 

Yup, it is. 

There are two types of people in this world. 

While some of us are strong enough to tackle their Zartosh, their brain and let their brain help them; there are others- who are timid, afraid, after thoroughly enjoying the epitome of crazy high of the brain, they don't seem afraid of the unknown but the possibility of "what could be".