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Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

Book by Abhijit Naskar · 30 quotes · Tolerance, Multiculturalism, Oneness

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“I place neither faith nor facts above the human, both must elevate human condition, or else both are equally redundant. History is full of people who were correct and cruel, history is full of people who were religious and animal.”

“The Humanity Festival (Interfaith Anthem, 2598-2599) Humanity is the festival, occasions are garments. Beyond the void of us and them, join the circle, break the chains. Festivals are not dates on a calendar, cultures are not places on a map. No festival is sin for no one, there is no culture where we do not belong. Ramadan is the remedy for apathy, Christmas is the cure for animosity, Hanukkah is the antithesis of tyranny, Diwali is the antidote to atrocity. Mercy is no mercy that's reserved for a few, mercy is the light we carry in all we do. The spirit of godliness that we hold inside, is meant to light the world, far and wide. Fasting and feasting turn to futile noise, if life drifts from life, trampling human joys. Candles and fireworks become childish pranks, if underneath them all the kernel is blank. Kindness in our soul, courage in our skin - every person is my people, every stranger is kin. Humanity is the festival, occasions are garments, love is my homeland, heart is my parliament.”

“The Uncultured Idiot (Sonnet 2501-2502) My roots run deep down to the core of earth, spread across the bones and marrow of the human race. Starting out with an insatiable spark of expansion, I spent my early teens devouring scriptures, then my late teens and early twenties I spent assimilating neuroscience and psychology, but it wasn't until my late twenties, a few years after my first publication, that the original Naskarian voice started to awaken, a voice not only beyond nation, religion and culture, but also beyond eurocentric intellectual convention. So many things were unfolding in my mind at once, that it's impossible for me to piece together a coherent timeline of events. But one thing was most striking, it's that, influence of the puny eurocentric schools of thought was beginning to wear off, as cultures of the world found an ideal vessel with zero chains of tribalism. I became empty and let the world pour its wonders into me, so it did, and I burn day in, day out, and each time from the ashes a new pluralist text is born, blasting all archaic, elitist and exclusivist narrative.”

“The Naskar Anthem (Sonnet 2554-2555) Heir to no throne, no crown on my head, tearing up borderly lies, I burn as the lamp of aid. I hold no flag, yet I raise nations, I stand as rebel guard, humanizing inoculation. Rocking the world with sacred wonder, priming the souls with curing thunder, every sonnet is call against slumber, every line, a revolt against plunder. From the alleys of grief to the towers of pride, I am wounded, I walk with the wounded by my side. Not born to erase faith, but to rewrite it tolerant; suffering is the doorway, to the becoming of a saint. A pair of helping hands is holier than a million praying lips; I got no need for scripture, for I carry a heart that beats. I have no law, but life - I have no edict, but empathy. I have no creed, but conscience - I am the vow of mad inclusivity. Roads ignited with the voice of oneness, cannot be extinguished by clouds of hate. When the final regime has fallen to pieces, the drop of dew will still be incandescent.”

“Earthistani - The Unpatriot Anthem (2505) There is only one nation I give a damn about, there is only one religion I give a damn about, there is only one tradition I give a damn about, there is only one culture I give a damn about - there is only one scripture I give a damn about, there is only one constitution I give a damn about, there is only one sacred I give a damn about, there is only one science I give a damn about - the scripture I heed is conscience, the constitution I heed is backbone, the science I practice is service, the sacred I hold is oneness - marham na mazhab dekhe, marham na dekhe mulk, la medicina no ve la fe, my existence is the proof - the culture I carry is integration, the tradition I carry is tolerance, the religion I carry is reformation - armed with a hundred billion nerve cells, here I stand Human, My Nation, Earthistan!”

“The Religion Engine (Sonnet 2597) Go to any church, any mosque, any temple, and one thing you're sure to find is, not God, but people. And that has always been the real point of religion, people recharging people, people resurrecting people, people consoling people, people sheltering people - because at the center of religion, there is not God, but people. The battery of religion is people, the engine of religion is people, the path of religion is people, the destination of religion is people.”

“The Earthistana Anthem (Sonnet 2570-2574) I was born without lineage, without a holy claim - no prophet in my pocket, no empire to my name. But I rose from the ruins of the borders they drew, and I learned from the ashes what a human can do. The world was carved with lies, with flags of hate and fear - but the pulse of integration kept pulling me near. So I wrote my own scripture with the ink of equality - no one is a stranger, one people are we. Raise your heart like a banner, tear the hatred apart - every life is revolution, every breath is an art. Pilgrims of the heart, children of no throne - the world is our home, the duty is my own. No God above the human, no border in the mind - tolerance is our anthem, we are the humankind. I've seen temples feed on fear, graves labeled as pride - I've seen nations crowned with glory, yet cruelty inside. But I've also seen a stranger share their only bread, and in that tiny gesture, every scripture was said. We are the dawn that we seek, let the dread of dark retire - we are the rebels of empathy, our ammunition nerve fiber. Let the world's wounded pages be rewritten by you - with the ink of courage, with the rainbow of truth. Let us lift the fallen, heal the fractures of fate - every act of kindness, makes tyranny evaporate. From monastery bells to the muezzin's call, from the wailing walls to the city hall, when our voices combine, the soil becomes sacred - the only holy nation is the one without hatred. Pilgrim of the heart, oneness in our vein - love is the revolution, Human is the name. Shortcircuit the convention, surpass all claim to fame - let us enhance, not reduce each other, so the world becomes humane.”