The Narratives – Mohamed Miah

By Mohamed Miah – The Narratives

A world built on false definitions

You know what frustrates me?

The way people throw around the word communism like it means dictatorship. Like it means evil. Like the moment a country bans McDonald’s or has no general election, it must be “communist.” They say China is communist. North Korea is communist. Russia, Iran — same story. But they’re wrong.

None of these countries practise real communism.

What they have is authoritarian control, backed by military, surveillance, or religious rule. But the West has taught people to think that communism equals no freedom, and capitalism equals democracy and choice. It’s a lie we’ve swallowed for generations.

Truth is, communism — in theory — is the most democratic system on earth. It’s built on equality. On shared ownership. On the people deciding what happens, not corporations or politicians in backrooms. It’s not about silencing dissent; it’s about community-led decision-making. True communism means you and I have the same vote as the next man, regardless of wealth or title. That’s the part they never teach.

Capitalism the slickest form of dictatorship

Capitalism wears a suit and tie, but it’s just another form of oppression.

It claims to be about freedom, but really, it’s freedom for the rich.

More money = more rights. That’s the golden rule.

The poor are punished for being poor, and the rich are rewarded for hoarding. If you think about it, capitalism is a legalised pyramid scheme, where the top 1% never fall and the rest of us fight over scraps.

Worse, it’s corrupted everything it touches.

Politics. Healthcare. Education. Even morality.

Big corporations fund governments. They lobby ministers like it’s normal, writing laws that protect profit, not people. This isn’t democracy — it’s corporate authoritarianism.

And the media? Bought. Controlled. Mouthpieces for the elite, convincing us that the oppressed are dangerous and the oppressors are saints.

Democracy in name only

People still believe voting makes them free. But how can we call it a choice when every candidate answers to donors and private interests? We’re given the illusion of freedom while all real power moves silently, behind doors we’ll never open.

Look at India. They say it’s the world’s largest democracy. Yet the media is censored, Muslims are lynched, and critics of the regime disappear.

Pakistan is a military state with a civilian mask.

Bangladesh — my country of blood — has been ruled like a personal kingdom for over a decade, with elections so controlled they’re practically theatre.

They dress up authoritarianism in democratic clothing — and the world applauds.

And yet… the du‘ā clears the fog

All of this — the lies, the corruption, the injustice — it gets heavy.

You start wondering, what’s the point?

How do you fight a system so deeply rigged?

That’s when the du‘ā hits me. The one that cuts through the noise:

“اللهم أرنا الحق حقًا وارزقنا اتباعه، وأرنا الباطل باطلًا وارزقنا اجتنابه.”

“O Allah, show us the truth as truth and grant us the ability to follow it. And show us falsehood as falsehood and grant us the ability to avoid it.”

After tahajjud, when the world is quiet and your heart is bare, this du‘ā doesn’t just bring peace — it brings clarity. The fog begins to lift. You see the world for what it is: a test, a distraction, a temporary illusion.

That’s when I smile.

The sentence that carries the universe

You know the one that follows me now? That anchors me even when the world is upside down?

“Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’un.”

Surely we belong to Allah, and to Him we will return.

People hear it at funerals and think it’s about death. But it’s about life.

It’s about letting go of the need to be understood.

It’s about giving up the obsession with justice in a world that has none.

It’s about knowing that everybody will return to their Lord.

The tyrants. The victims. The liars. The sincere. All of us.

And Allah is just.

No action, word, tear, or whisper is missed.

You don’t need revenge when you know He sees.

You don’t need to shout when He hears.

You don’t need to carry it all when He is al-Wakeel.

Hasbunallahu wa ni’mal wakeel

There are moments when I’ve given everything.

Explained myself. Defended myself. Tried to help.

And still been misjudged, used, blamed, or left.

In those moments, one sentence is enough:

“Hasbunallahu wa ni’mal wakeel.”

Allah is sufficient for us, and He is the best disposer of affairs.

It’s not weakness. It’s not giving up. It’s letting go of illusions.

It’s realising that no one on this earth can save you — and no one can harm you — unless Allah wills.

I’ve said it through tears.

I’ve said it in anger.

I’ve said it when I had no more fight left.

And every time, I felt lighter. Stronger. Calmer. Because I wasn’t alone.

The return is real

Everyone will pay the price they need to. That’s a truth written in stone.

Every oppressor will answer.

Every silent bystander.

Every act of backbiting. Every betrayal. Every abuse of power.

Allah doesn’t forget.

And His justice is more complete than any courtroom on earth.

So I don’t argue anymore.

I don’t chase apologies.

I don’t wait for people to see my heart.

I return to Him. In silence. In sujood. In surrender.

And I remember…

Hasbunallahu wa ni’mal wakeel.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’un.

This dunya is a stage.