A Hindu does something wrong — you drag Hinduism.
A Muslim fails — you stain Islam.A Christian messes up — you mock the cross.
A Jew makes a mistake — you curse Judaism.
A Sikh stands accused — you question the entire faith.
Even atheists aren’t spared from your filthy generalizations.
Why? Why do you act like that one idiot is a divine representation? As if they’re some walking scripture or the creator of that particular religion. They’re not your God. They’re not your Prophet. They’re just a flawed, insignificant human with a name.
And if you still can’t tell the difference, you’re not just ignorant, you’re a disgrace to human evolution. Your logic is so rotten it belongs in a museum of stupidity. You cry about respect, but spit on beliefs you don’t even try to understand. You point fingers with filthy hands and a mouth dripping with hate.
Maybe this species, the one made of mindless, hate-breeding parasites, does need to be erased. Not with kindness. Not with lectures. But with a brutal reminder: you are not righteous. You are not awakened. You’re just loud, lost, and pitiful.
Religion isn’t the problem, people are.
For every Hindu doing something wrong or going against his belief system, there’s a Hindu on the other side of this world doing something right, something kind, something divine.
If a Muslim commits a sin in one corner of your country, there’s another Muslim in the same land, or across oceans, saving a life, feeding a stranger, or praying for peace.
When a Christian stumbles into darkness, there’s another one somewhere being the light for someone else.
If a Jew is accused of cruelty, there’s another Jew breaking bread with the broken, healing what hurts.
When a Sikh slips, there’s another standing like a warrior for justice, equality, and love.
For every sinner tied to a religion, there is a righteous soul living by that very faith, proving that the religion isn’t the problem. It’s the person. It’s their choice. Their free will
And no matter what they label themselves — Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Jew, Sikh, or atheist, if they go against the core of what they claim to believe, that’s not a reflection of the religion. It’s a reflection of their own failure.
Because no religion, not a single religion, teaches you to hate, to kill, or to divide. The moment you choose violence in the name of faith, you’ve already abandoned it.
More times than I can count, I’ve witnessed people of the same religion abusing, hurting, and even killing their own… turning on their own brothers and sisters in faith… and then disguising it.
They utter words, wear symbols, or frame the scene to make it look like it was done by someone from another religion. Why? To spark chaos. To light fires in peaceful places and turn communities into battlegrounds.
I’ve seen this tactic used like a sick ritual in politics too, where a party assassinates its own members, only to blame the opposition and play the victim card just to fan hatred and gain sympathy. They don’t hesitate to sacrifice a few sheep to “protect” the herd — that’s the sickness of their mentality. They justify murder with strategy. They call betrayal “tactics.”This is not faith. This is filth. These are not people of God. They are monsters, in the garb of whatever serves their agenda.
You must understand: this is a game. A dirty, strategic, bloodstained game played by power-hungry inhumans who do wrong in the name of religion, even when they don’t follow that religion at all.
These people are not believers, they are manipulators in disguise, wolves wearing whatever skin gives them power. This isn’t religion. This is propaganda. And yes, while harm can come from outside your belief system, don’t be naive, often, the ones tearing it apart are sitting within.
Sometimes, the traitor praying beside you is the one planting the bombs. Sometimes, the traitor praying beside you is the one setting the fire, wearing your name, carrying your holy book, but preaching hate disguised as belief. And people of any religion can do that, because, again, they believe their version of reality, their inflated ego, and their hunger for control should rule the world.
Let’s get this straight: no religion holds a monopoly on evil, and no religion is free from those who twist it to justify their darkness. You want someone to blame? Blame the person. Their choices. Their sick will. Their rotting character.
Because if religion truly lived in their bones, flowed in their veins, and sat with weight in their hearts, this world would have been a paradise. There would be no abuse behind closed doors. No partners betrayed. No children crushed. No dreams butchered by the hands of those who claimed to love God. If religion truly meant something to them, they wouldn’t be preaching with blood on their hands.
So no, it’s not the name they wear around their neck. Not the holy book they post in their bios. Not the prayers they mumble for public applause. It’s them. Their soul. Their choices. Their conscience.
Because tagging yourself with a religion doesn’t mean anything if it doesn’t make you a human with a functioning heart and a thinking brain.
— Sadia Hakim
Poet’s Note
This poem reflects on how people misuse religion to spread hatred and violence, regardless of their faith. It challenges the idea of blaming entire religions for the actions of individuals, urging readers to recognize that true religion is about compassion, not division. It calls for accountability, highlighting that personal actions, not religious labels, shape our world.