When Fear Is Deployed

Morning Reflection

I begin the morning with heavy news—
not smoke or artillery, but carefully chosen words.
We are told that war is approaching. I search the horizon and do not see it.
I search my own awareness—and find it there.

I ask myself: are we facing a war in the making,
or a fear being deliberately reproduced?

And I realize that the most dangerous thing this morning is not what may happen,
but what is planted in the mind before anything happens at all.

Evening Reflection

As evening settles and the world slows, the noise of terminology grows louder.
The phrase “total war” is repeated until it loses precision, transforming from a possible scenario into a permanent tool of psychological pressure. A word, when repeated without rational context, does not explain reality—it reshapes it inside people’s minds. And so the first war is not fought at the borders, but in language.

In an age of media saturated with speed and spectacle, news no longer reflects reality; it provokes emotion. Headlines are written to frighten before they inform. Grand terms are deployed to mask analytical emptiness. Talk of “total war” in a region exhausted economically and politically feels closer to drama than to military calculation. Total wars require surplus power—not surplus crises.

A calm reading of the regional landscape reveals caution more than readiness.
Lebanon negotiates survival one day at a time.
Syria is still repairing the memory of a long war.
Jordan and Egypt understand that recklessness now would not be courage, but a gamble with stability.
Iran manages its influence at a distance, favoring proxies over direct confrontation.
And Israel—despite its loud rhetoric—maintains controlled fire rather than full ignition, because total explosion serves neither its political calculations nor its internal security.

Amid all this, the real question emerges:
Why the media insistence on summoning the “total war” scenario?

The answer is not found on military maps, but on maps of consciousness.
Fear, when skillfully managed, becomes a tool of collective control.
It quiets questions, justifies decisions, and conditions people to accept anxiety as a normal state of being.

Here lies the most dangerous form of conflict:
a war over meaning.
A war in which words are stripped of precision and burdened with more than they can carry. As language inflates, critical thinking contracts. Understanding is replaced by reaction.

Not every war that is spoken of is a war that is coming.
Not every loud language signals an approaching battle.
Sometimes war is a narrative fed to us so we live in a state of permanent psychological readiness—
not for fighting, but for submission to anxiety.

In this time, wars no longer begin with military communiqués,
but with news headlines.
The first front is no longer land,
but awareness.

And when we recognize this, we discover that the most dangerous battle we face today
is the battle to distinguish between what is actually happening
and what we are being led to believe.

 

Osama Shakman

Forty years in the sky were not merely a profession, but a long meditation on the meaning of existence. Borders drawn on maps dissolve, and the world becomes a single, living whole, where everything seems small except the human being.

In that altitude, I learned to observe and to understand before I judge, to see turbulence as part of a greater order not immediately visible to the eye. The sky was my first teacher: its vastness teaches humility, and its silence awakens the art of listening.

Today, I exchange the cockpit for the pen—not to recount a professional biography nor to stand on a political platform, but to open a window for reflection. What I write is not borrowed theory, but thoughts born of lived experience—of long flight hours and quiet moments between takeoff and landing.

This space is simply a free ground for thought, where words are kept from noise and the human story is honored, however simple it may seem. For every life, no matter how fleeting, carries a meaning worth telling and a voice worth hearing.

Welcome to a new journey—one measured not in miles, but in depth of thought and breadth of vision.

٤٠ عاما في السماء، عمر من المراقبة

أربعون عامًا في السماء لم تكن مجرد مهنة، بل تأمّلًا طويلًا في معنى الوجود. تتلاشى الحدود التي رسمناها على الخرائط، ويغدو العالم كتلةً واحدة نابضة بالحياة، حيث يصغر كل شيء إلا الإنسان.

في ذلك العلوّ تعلّمت أن أراقب وأفهم قبل أن أحكم، وأن أرى الاضطراب جزءًا من نظامٍ أكبر لا تدركه العين لأول وهلة. كانت السماء معلمي الأول: اتساعها يعلّم التواضع، وصمتها يوقظ الإصغاء.

واليوم أستبدل قمرة القيادة بالقلم، لا لأروي سيرةً مهنية ولا لأعتلي منبرًا سياسيًا، بل لأفتح نافذةً للتأمل. ما أكتبه ليس نظرياتٍ مستعارة، بل أفكار وُلدت من التجربة، من ساعات الطيران الطويلة ولحظات التأمل بين الإقلاع والهبوط.

هذا الفضاء مساحةٌ حرة للفكر، تُصان فيها الكلمة من الضجيج، ويُحتفى بالقصة الإنسانية مهما بدت بسيطة. فكل حياة، وإن بدت عابرة، تحمل معنى يستحق أن يُروى وصوتًا يستحق أن يُصغى إليه.

مرحبًا بكم في رحلةٍ لا تُقاس بالأميال، بل بعمق الفكرة واتساع الرؤية.

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