⚔️ Spiritual Resistance vs. Narcissistic Performance: The Theft of Sacred Work

When imitation isn’t flattery — but an erasure of soul, symbolism, and sincerity.

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When a narcissist feels overshadowed, they often scramble to recapture attention by mimicking the very thing they dismissed — only louder, flatter, and stripped of spirit.

Recently, I shared a spiritual strategy rooted in dhikr, symbolism, and the metaphysical reality of resistance. It wasn’t designed for applause. It wasn’t a performance. It was sacred. Anchored. Measured. Built on legacy — not hype.

The response?

A fixation on “emojis.”

Reducing a multi-layered metaphysical act to a superficial pixel. Then proposing — in its place — a repackaged political walk from 1936, dressed up as something “out of the box.”

This is not just tone-deaf. It’s textbook narcissism.
The playbook:

• Ignore anything that threatens their illusion of originality.

• Dismiss it publicly to reclaim the stage.

• Offer a copy, dressed in new slogans, drenched in historical sentiment — but gutted of soul.

This isn’t inspiration. It’s covert imitation.
A performance disguised as leadership.

When they start borrowing your language — “out of the box” — mimicking your symbols, mirroring your cadence, but center themselves in every narrative… it’s not collaboration. It’s competition.

What’s being proposed isn’t resistance.
It’s a march with no axis.
No shrine.
No dhikr.
No divine spine.
It mimics Arbaeen in shape — but erases the soul that gives Arbaeen its power.

🧕 Will it be done with hijab?
📖 Will the Qur’an be recited — or will Wikipedia suffice?

These aren’t petty questions. These are indicators.
Because movements that sanitize the sacred to appeal to the masses always collapse into egotism.
They gather crowds, but leave hearts untouched.

Let’s be clear:

When someone watches your every post, tracks your tone, repeats your language, yet only appears to critique and divert — they’re not interested in truth.
They’re interested in control.
They don’t want to join the movement.
They want to become the source.

And this is the danger.

It’s not passion. It’s performance.
It’s not sincerity. It’s subtle sabotage.
It’s not leadership. It’s insecurity in drag.

I don’t need to lead marches.
I don’t need to be the face of anything.
I’d rather spark the unseen revolution — the one that lives in silent dhikr, private repentance, midnight sincerity, and metaphysical resistance.

Because movements that survive are led by those who fear God more than they love applause.

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May Allah protect the sacred, silence the performative, and preserve the language of resistance from the egos that would turn it into theatre.