The Unseen Visitor 

The Unseen Visitor

By John Kazerooni

Once upon a time, in a quiet, picturesque village, a loving family lived in harmony with the world around them. Their days flowed like clear water, gentle and unforced. The laughter of their daughter echoed through the valley, their son’s footsteps beat like a joyful drum across the fields, and the mother’s songs drifted softly and freely between the trees.

They woke up with the sun, danced to the rhythm of the wind, and fell asleep beneath the velvet hush of the night.

Their lives were simple, precious, and whole. Love and freedom were not merely their companions — they were the air they breathed.

But one day, an ideology arrived.

It came without shape or face, yet it settled in the village like an unwelcome shadow. At first, no one noticed. It whispered before it spoke, nudged before it pushed. But soon it grew bold. It disrupted their daughter’s freedom to move, stole their son’s life, and swallowed the mother into its cold silence.

The father, once surrounded by warmth, found himself alone in a world that had turned unrecognizably dark.

The village’s peace dissolved into violence, the gentle night curdled into nightmare, and even the music of nature lost its familiar tune.

In his grief, the man took the ideology to court — The Man of the Village vs. The New Ideology.

He stood before the village judge and said, “This ideology has destroyed my life. I have lost everything I love.”

The judge studied him with distant eyes.

“This ideology,” he declared, “cannot be tried. It has no mind, no intent, no consciousness. A thought cannot commit a crime.”

And with a gesture of dismissal, he closed the case.

But the tragedy was not simply the ideology’s doing.

The deeper fault lay with the society itself — a society that allowed this idea to grow freely, unchallenged, unexamined, and unrestrained.

No one questioned it. No one guarded against it. No one asked what seeds it carried or what roots it would one day sink into the earth.

And because society looked away, the ideology grew powerful.

It left the village and traveled to cities, then countries, then continents. It slid into minds, stirred hearts to conflict, and drew borders where none had existed.

As it spread, civilizations crumbled — not by sword or fire, but by belief.

By the silent power of an idea allowed to flourish without oversight, without wisdom, without responsibility.

Yet not all ideologies are born of ruin.

Just as a poisonous seed can choke a forest, a noble one can transform barren earth into a garden.

Goodness, fairness, compassion — these too are ideologies. When nurtured, they scatter peace like seeds in spring, bringing harvests of prosperity and hope.

But again, the difference is society’s vigilance.

An ideology, whether harmful or righteous, becomes powerful only through the soil in which it is planted.

The true turning point is always the same: a society that either questions and cultivates wisely — or one that stands silent while destruction takes root.

Lingering Questions

How many destructive ideologies do we already recognize, yet still see millions embrace without hesitation or doubt?

Why do societies often allow harmful ideas to grow unchecked while ignoring the early signs of danger?

How can we educate people — and communities — to recognize the difference between beliefs that uplift and beliefs that consume?

What responsibility do we hold, collectively, to challenge destructive ideologies before they spread beyond control?

And finally, will future civilizations flourish — or fade — depending on how bravely society confronts the ideas that shape it?

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