There’s no perfect approach to stopping evil, and you can’t simply ask it to cease and expect it to obey. If you choose to confront evil, there are consequences; I’m not talking about physical harm, but the scars it leaves on your mind. For too long, I’ve despised the evil in this world – the narcissists, manipulators, and hypocrites who derive pleasure from causing pain out of envy and resentment. Their words are laced with poison, a product of their twisted psychological complexes.

Evil often hides in the shadows, sowing discord and division. It relentlessly harasses and bullies you, trying to drag you into the mud so it can enjoy the game. Now, I know we are not supposed to wrestle with pigs, but where do we draw the line? How do we stop the harm without descending to their level? Can we force them to suffer in the mud?

That’s when I took a stand, tired of all the evil I’d seen. I chose to draw some boundaries, but that just made them more eager to bring me down. Still, I held my ground, unwavering, and they couldn’t help but reveal their nasty selves; They tried every dirty trick they had, hoping to break me. But I stood tall, showing them their schemes wouldn’t work on me. With courage in my heart, I walked away, leaving them in the mud they loved so much.

But the fight was far from over. No sooner had I left than they turned to the crowd, weeping fake tears and spinning stories of them being the victims. Lies, all of it! And there I was, facing the fallout, with doubt and mistrust grazing at me in a predatory and judgmental way. I had to defend myself and tell the true story.

My heart’s pure, and I’m not one for lies or betrayals. I don’t play their game. But in this world, it’s not about who’s right or wrong; it’s about who tells the most convincing tale. And evil, they’re really good at that.

They’ll take advantage of any loophole they can, exploiting cultural norms like the idea that men shouldn’t argue with women. But I say, hold everyone accountable for their words. These wicked women use this to their advantage, hurting as many folks as they can without fear of retribution. Some might blame me for standing up to them, but I believe it’s my right to stop them and protect not just myself, but others too.

That day, I found myself sitting with a wise man, spilling my heart out about the fight I’d been through. He wasn’t looking at me directly, but I could tell he knew the truth as his gaze was lost in thoughts and memories, he spoke with a calm certainty, “You shouldn’t be fighting this battle. Just avoid it.” The way he spoke, it was like he’d seen it all, like he knew the pain I was going through,

Deep down, I wanted to listen to him, to follow his advice and walk away from this fight. But at the same time, I couldn’t stomach the idea of letting evil win. It tore me up inside, knowing that good folks like me don’t always come out on top in these kinds of battles.

I was caught between the wisdom of the ages and the fire burning in my heart, the desire to stand tall and not let evil triumph. And in that moment, I knew I had a choice to make – to heed the wise man’s words or to carry on, fighting the good fight, no matter what the cost.

After giving it some serious thought, I decided it’s time to let it go and wait for my retribution in the Akhirah. Maybe the faster I move on, the sooner I’ll heal, knowing that Allah’s got something better planned for me in this dunya. Out of all the trials and tribulations, one thing’s for sure: I was tested once more and proved to myself that I’ve got good ethics. I can stand tall, knowing that I’ve stayed true to my values through it all.