The Universal Truth, Unspoken Pain, and a Call to the New Dawn

Standing before the vastness of this infinite universe, lineage, pride of descent, or the divisions of institutional religion feel truly trivial and meaningless.

From the smallest realm inside an atom to the expanse of billions of galaxies, a supreme truth lies hidden within everything. Where the presence of the Creator is felt in every particle of dust, claims of bloodlines or royal identities only serve to divide humanity.

​Throughout history, the political divisions, power struggles, and claims of lineage centered around Shia or Sunni sects have had no connection to ultimate truth. As for Sufism, Sufis never played this game of power; rather, in most cases, they too faced persecution and oppression from extremists.

​Though my father’s side carries a Sufi heritage and my mother’s side holds the bravery of freedom fighters who fought in the Liberation War, my family never accepted any government or social quotas.

People from both my father’s and mother’s sides fought for the country and contributed, but none ever claimed privileges or quotas in return. They witnessed firsthand who was truly deserving of recognition and who unfairly received these benefits. 

Seeing these truths unfold, we do not cling to imposed titles or the pride of quotas. I do not cage myself in any rigid identity -- I am a self-contained entity, at once a vast universe and an anti-universe. I am as much a truth as I am undefined, because everything is ultimately a matter of perception and feeling.

​True devotion or faith -- whether directed toward Allah, Bhagwan, or whatever name one uses -- is not confined to specific places of worship or external rituals.

It manifests in our every thought, in the subtle mathematics and coding of our daily actions. While I have encountered complex people on my journey, I have also been blessed with wonderful, open-minded men whose devotion was reflected in their genuine lives rather than in grand displays.

​At the same time, we cannot ignore the silent sacrifices and unseen pain of women in our society. There are so many mothers and women around us who suffer in silence.

So many mothers have broken down quietly under spousal neglect, physical or mental abuse, blaming themselves in secret tears -- truths the world often chooses to ignore. We must open our eyes to these humble, quiet souls who do not boast, yet make the greatest contributions.

​It pains me to see some in the new generation chasing after shortcuts, quotas, or handouts. In this era of coding, mathematics, physics, and global connectivity via the internet, clinging to small privileges shows a lack of vision. You need to realize that you are connected to the entire world.

I want you to use both your intellect and your heart simultaneously. Move forward without fear, so that no hardship can break you, and every setback only causes you to return brighter.

​Life is not easy, and assuming it is will only lead to trouble. Yet, there is immense strength in embracing this reality with courage. With all the maternal love in the universe, I offer my love to the young generation. Free from artificial borders, prejudice, or false claims, it is the youth who will shape a united, compassionate, and truly enlightened world.

Anusheh Anadil is a Bangladeshi musician, artist, cultural activist, and social entrepreneur.