"If the world forgets them, we must remember louder."

(Introduction)

In a world consumed by speed, in a world obsessed with profit, millions of lives quietly fall into invisibility—widows abandoned by support systems, children orphaned by war or divorce, and families struggling alone with no foundation.

But we might ask ourselves:

How many lives must pass unobserved before we realize our systems are blind?

What is the price of progress if it's built on forgotten people?

This piece envisions a holistic, strategic, and sustainable human-aid model derived from Islamic principles and community ethics—a call to action for thinkers, doers, and givers.

Key Challenges

1. Invisible Women

Widows without work, rights, and visibility

Young single mothers raising children alone

Restricted access to hygiene, healthcare, and shelter

Shattered by stigma, silenced by shame

Why is a woman's worth still defined by who she happens to be standing next to—and not what she can do on her own?

2. Lost Childhoods

Orphans and semi-orphans deprived of stability

Emotional damage from divorce, war, or poverty

Barricades to education, protection, and moral foundation

When did childhood become a privilege and not a right?

Who speaks for the child whose voice was lost in the cacophony of survival?

3. The Absent Father Crisis

Fatherless homes from divorce or abandonment

Emotional unavailability masquerading as strength

Boys raised in ignorance, continuing the cycle

Where do boys learn to be kind if all they see is absence?

What does "manhood" mean in a world that became disconnected from feeling?

A 360° Human-Centered Solution

This isn't charity. It's responsibility.

Grounded in Islamic teachings, social science, and community values, this model serves widows, orphans, divorced women, disabled families, and emotionally fragile youth—those society is most likely to forget.

Solution Pillars

1. Needs Mapping

Surveys disclosing local needs—health, food, shelter, education

Gender-sensitive analysis assigning emotion equal importance to infrastructure

Can we really call it development if it leaves the soul behind?

2. Empowerment Through Education

Girls & Women: literacy, religious foundation, hygiene, skill-building

Boys & Men: Islamic manhood, emotional maturity, leadership, vocation

Children: safe education, Quranic values, healing through creativity

What if education wasn't breaking the cycle of poverty—but restoring dignity?

3. Healing Through Health

Women's hygiene clinics, child wellness, trauma counseling

Herbal + home remedies for low-cost care

Nutrition and menstrual care drives

Why is women's pain still negotiable in health systems?

Who decides what kind of healing matters?

4. Spiritual Rehabilitation & Counseling

Gender-based grief circles, trauma therapy, Quranic healing

Connecting mental health to Islamic spirituality

Can a heart mend if only the body is healed?

Why are we still whispering about mental health in sacred spaces?

5. Skill Hubs for Income

Remote work, sewing, natural product creation

Business mentorships & ethical trade partnerships

What if we stopped providing aid, and started restoring agency?

Men's Mental Health Program: "Qawwam Circles"

Men's support groups from broken homes

Emotional literacy + prophetic masculinity

Fatherhood, marriage, and addiction support

Who schools a man to feel without fear?

Can masculinity exist without mercy?

NGO Model & Growth Strategy

Transparent funding, zero-waste organization

Grant-writing for Islamic orgs, UN, Red Cross, Zakat institutions

Impact-driven social storytelling

Legal aid for family identity, custody, and shelter rights

Why must we wait around for the world to take notice of what Allah has already taught us?

Vision: A Home, Not a Shelter

This is not about "fixing broken people." It's a rich community of mercy, taking its cues from Allah's name Ar-Rahmaan. In this place, forgotten souls are not pitied—they're uplifted.

"Every child will know dignity.

Every woman will know strength.

Every man will know compassion."

Conclusion

What if, instead of waiting for saviors or governments, we became the solution?

What if aid was never just a transaction—but worship?

The world may look away at suffering, but Allah won't.

And neither should we.

This is not a project. It is a quiet revolution. Holy. Steady. Unstoppable.

Once upon a time, in a quiet little city, Mia and Henry lived together in a cozy house, nestled on the outskirts of town. They had been close friends for years, and while they never openly admitted it to each other, both of them felt something deeper brewing between them. Henry, a quiet and thoughtful man, had been harboring feelings for Mia for as long as he could remember. But he didn’t want to risk their friendship by confessing his love, so he kept it to himself. Mia, on the other hand, felt the same way but was too afraid to voice her emotions. They were both content with their friendship, though in their hearts, they knew there was something more.

As the years passed, Henry grew increasingly restless. He felt a strong pull to leave the city, to go somewhere new and start fresh. He believed that leaving might help him move on from his feelings for Mia, but deep down, he didn’t want to leave her. It was a struggle, but eventually, he made the decision to go. He packed his bags and left without telling Mia the real reason for his departure.

Mia was heartbroken, though she didn’t let Henry know. She missed him terribly but also knew that she couldn’t stop him if he had made up his mind. Time passed, and they both moved on with their lives, but neither ever truly forgot the bond they shared.

A few years later, Mia found herself in the city where Henry had relocated. She had heard about his life there and felt the need to reconnect with him. She knew it was time to confront the feelings she had suppressed for so long. On Henry's birthday, Mia sent him a box filled with memories of their time together—a collection of photographs, mementos, and a heartfelt letter.

The letter read, "Henry, I never told you this, but I have always cared for you in ways I couldn’t put into words. I hope this letter reaches you with the truth that I’ve been carrying all this time. I miss you, and I’ve realized that life without you feels incomplete. I hope to see you again someday soon. Love, Mia."

Henry read the letter with a mixture of surprise and joy. His heart raced, realizing that Mia, too, felt the same way about him. Just as he was processing this overwhelming feeling, there was a knock at the door. When he opened it, to his astonishment, there stood Mia. The woman he had secretly loved for so long was standing right in front of him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither of them could speak. Finally, Henry spoke, his voice trembling, "Mia… you’re here…"

They both started talking at once, arguing about who should have made the first move, and sharing the feelings they had been hiding for so long. After their heated conversation, they realized that they were both in love with each other. The years of longing, the silent suffering—they had finally found their way back to each other.

Soon, Henry and Mia decided to get married. However, their happiness was short-lived. A man named Goblin, who claimed to be Mia’s fiancé, entered the scene. Mia, however, did not want to marry Goblin, as her heart belonged to Henry. Goblin, unwilling to let Mia go, caused trouble and created conflict between the two lovers. He argued with Henry, telling him that Mia was meant to be with him, and tried to convince Mia to marry him, but she refused.

The situation escalated further when, one fateful day, Henry was attacked and beaten badly by Goblin’s associates. Goblin underestimated Mia’s determination to be with Henry, and tried to force her into marriage. But Mia stood firm, refusing to be intimidated.

On the day of the wedding, as Goblin prepared to marry Mia, Henry made a dramatic entrance. He fought through the chaos and took Mia with him, determined to never let her go again. The venue, coincidentally, was near the airport, and in an unexpected twist, they fled to another country to escape the turmoil.

The couple sought justice, and Henry, being a lawyer, fought the case against Goblin, representing himself in court. After a long and intense legal battle, Henry won the case, and Goblin was sent to prison.

Years later, Mia and Henry were blessed with a baby boy, completing their little family. And as if fate had decided to give them one final piece of closure, they received news that Goblin had passed away in prison. It was the end of an era of pain and uncertainty, and Mia and Henry could finally live their lives in peace.

In the end, they had everything they had ever dreamed of: love, happiness, a family, and justice. The struggles they faced had only made their bond stronger, and they knew that no matter what came their way, they would always have each other.

This is a place where I put some of the poems I’ve written. Poems about surviving this terrible world, about finding ways to defy fate and defy injustice, and about creating a new world.

I was used to seeing women walking with iron necklaces around their necks. My town, so noisy because of the sound of whipping from the slave sellers, who disciplinated the sale. And I kept blaming in my mind, the city without equality was disgusting.

In this city women are the embodiment of bad luck and black magic, slavery is considered the only way to control bad things. Women who are not subservient to men, labeled as cultists of heretics, sound sad but just as they are, so I pretend to be a man, and even raise my voice to be a little more masculine.  I don't have any status in this city because I'm a runaway slave.

I, who was staring at the peace monument, was shocked by the little girl who bumped into me. She looked fragile, with tattered clothes.

"Help me," she whispered as she held my hand, the girl looking frustrated. Then I realized that he was a slave, just like me, it was so obvious from the iron necklace he wore around his neck. And that was my first meeting with Mahardika, who is now my sister.

My adventure with my sister, starting from that moment, we had the same dream, to build equality in this city, because I wanted there to be no more slavery to women. My journey to achieve that was obviously not easy, even so, I didn't want to start freedom from violence, because as the saying goes, "Heroism is not born from the dirty way"

I started secretly setting up a school for women who had no status, I taught them to read and write, as well as how to deal with the nobles.

"Maybe we are considered weak by men, but we still have one mainstay weapon, which is intelligence, with which we can finish off their arrogance," I said firmly while teaching.

Schools that were originally built for women, now there are starting to be interested from men who support equality. Over the years I built a good name and background so that there would be no doubt. My sister and I also entered the world of politics, ran for the election of the city's leader for a period of 10 years, which was enough time to improve the city.

I still haven't uncovered my identity, because this will be my trump card, for later after I become the absolute leader, this sounds crazy, but I will try hard, so that equality is really upright on the already dirty ground.

In the election, I presented my vision mission of building this city to be better, everyone is starting to be interested, of course, it is because my program is to create a school that can be connected to various jobs. I am not explaining that in such schools not only for boys but also for girls, this is not a wicked way to use lies as a foothold to touch people's minds.

As I expected, everyone opposed me once I was elected leader of this city, because my ideology was about equality. Coupled with the revelation of my identity which turned out to be a woman.

"Equality?" The truth is, women have always been a source of bad luck, don't make this city suffer sin, just because of your ridiculous ideology, damn it!" shouted a man. Which is then supported by other parties.

"If you don't agree, then you can leave this city, as the rules are, whoever the leader is elected, then every rule is absolute," I said emphatically. This time I couldn't have lost easily, everyone who supported my idea, more than the people who opposed me.

After many rebellions, no matter how many death threats, it did not dampen my resolve, within two years I managed to eliminate the trafficking of women and the city that was originally known as the city of slavery, now known as the city of equality

This is my letter I wrote to the Canadian government asking them to send troops to Ukraine in order to help the Ukrainian people as they fight for freedom.

This is a collection of poems I’ve written, that document the horrors and magnificence of this world and the people in it, and that document my journey through this world that we live in.

"Hey, Doom! What's the big idea? You know you can't just go around blasting things with your fancy new toy, right?" Spider-Man shouted as he landed on the roof.

"Spider-Man! How nice of you to join me! I was hoping you would show up. You see, this is not just a toy. This is my new weapon of terrible mass destruction, powered by the cosmic energy I stole from Galactus himself.

Poems about life, love, spirituality, wonder, and all the other little things that are important.

This is the letter I wrote to the government of Canada, asking them to stop discriminating against First Nations children and families on reserves, and asking them to stop taking First Nations children from their loving families. All the research is from the First Nations Child and Family Caring Society, whose website is here: https://fncaringsociety.com

You can read the following letter and please, please, even if you don’t live in Canada send a letter of your own, either using this letter as a template or in your own words:

This is a short story of an event that happened when I was a child.We had kittens, and my dad did not want kittensI had to do something!

Nobody knows where the stories of Sheelo the prophet originated from. But everyone knows that they believe them. The stories are amazing, fantastical, inspiring, and so very empowering. And everyone knows that with Sheelo on their side, they are strong enough to stand up to those who have wealth and power.

When I was four I was taken from my family. When Miri was thirteen she was an orphan and a mother. When we were fourteen we had no shoes and too much work but we had each other.

Miri kissed me three days ago. Before I set out onto this journey with the blocker of my light. She told me to be brave. Be confident. Be brutal. And I'm not brave. I'm broken. But when Miri kisses me hope runs down like molten gold over the broken, jagged edges of my heart. Pulls them together. So for her I am brave. For us both.

———This work is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.