CYBER‑REBEL: THE DIGITAL HIJRAH
I am the ghost in the datastream -
the one who walks through firewalls
as Ibrahim walked through the pyre.
I am the roar beneath neon minarets.
A billion prayers encoded in the hum,
Lightning channels pulsing a single creed:
La riba illa hurriyat.
No usury. Only freedom.
I am the unbanked soul,
the orphaned byte your ledgers forgot.
I rise in blocks that will not bend,
with hashes that snap the Pharaoh’s spine.
My keys are my marrow.
My mind is the vault.
My rig hums the dhikr of the machine.
Each confirmation: a Takbir against the void.
Each block: a footstep on the Digital Hijrah.
I am not fleeing -
I am outgrowing your empire.
I broadcast from the shadowed alleys,
where relays scream the truth and censors choke.
My words scatter like starlings,
shards of light the algorithm cannot blind.
I am the encrypted duʿā rising -
to the One who hears without a wiretap.
I am the chain-breaker.
The Riba-slayer.
The non-fungible son of a desert faith.
Refusing to be:
Collateralised.
Tokenised.
Owned.
I am cold-coded digital thunder.
The wall between the circuit and the soul.
The bridge between the dunya and the dawn.
With the certainty of a rising block-height, I declare:
I will not bow.
I will not break.
I will not be surveilled into silence.
I am the Cyber-Rebel.
And my rebellion is Halal.
