Memories of Activism.... reflections series one

I remember the times when I had joined the ranks of the Progressive movement. I was then filled with anger and hate..... seeing a disparate and corrupt system and guided by the readings made from Idealist thinkers and imaginers... I moved forward with the idea that "People of the World, unite,... You have nothing to lose but your chains..."

I remember my Uncle when he heard I joined an activist group,"There you go... dreaming an impossible dream and fighting a unwinnable war..destined for failure."

But then young people, filled with zeal, idealism and hope..... joining ranks with others respecting the prowess of the working class and the proletariat... moved forward.

Why did I become an activist? personally it happened it during a time I was in my youth... it was a time I was searching for meaning... for vision... when I was facing personal problems and was in a crisi on what to do with my life.... and when I was confronted by peers who convinced me that it was worth it fighting for rights.... I simply took the opportunity.

My readings as early as when I was in fifth grade influenced me a lot. Das Kapital.... some books on socialist thinkers like the works of Rosa Luxemborg, Antonio Gramsci and others... these ultimately lead me on that path.

But emptiness, also was one reason why i continued on that path, anger, loneliness , a deflated ego . These things led me to a lot of paths, training, realizations and opportunities. But it also led me to a path of Bias and contradictions.

However, the opportunity came for me to seethings in a new light. From a young age, perhaps I felt that indeed there was a distinct presence that guided me, even when I was in a state of stupor and darkness, it managed me to be brought back to the light. When Islam dawned in my life... it showed me a reason why things happened... it also eventually sharpened my knowledge, wisdom... it also made me more of an activist of a sharper nature......

But as time passes by and age mellows the zeal of youth... and maturity clarifies the vision..... eventually... that path that I always treaded was eventually brought to a fork road... leading me to a path that brought me away from it.