Sorrow has been clothed in affection and made to flounce in display to the critical masses. Meaning and morality have been braided into strands of pomp and worn as a crown of narcissism. virtue has been fluffed sacrifice perfumed with ostentation, and truth masked with fabrication. Thus adorned, the procession of muharram marches into another year of superficiality. while is the taste of disllusionment, every year is a same i see speakers turn their lectures in to gossips and thinly viled emotional blackmail, guilting their listeners into hating themselves and subconsciously their religion and i think, this is not knowledge.
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