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إن من صدع بالحق، وجدّد ملة إبراهيم عليه السلام، وحكّم شرع الله في الأرض، فقد أدى الأمانة التي عليه أمام الله، والمنهج الصحيح والتوحيد الخالص يظل ثابتاً في القلوب ولا يسقط أبداً بسقوط الدول أو خسارة الأرض والجغرافيا؛ فالأيام دُول وسنة التداول والابتلاء جارية على البشر كافّة كما قال تعالى: {وَتِلْكَ الْأَيَّامُ نُدَاوِلُهَا بَيْنَ النَّاسِ}. والخسارة الدنيوية ليست دليلاً على بطلان المنهج، فقد أُبيد أصحاب الأخدود جميعاً وحُرقت دولتهم ولكن الله سمّى ثباتهم على الحق {الْفَوْزُ الْكَبِيرُ}، وكما قال النبي ﷺ: (يأتي النبي وليس معه أحد)، فقلة التمكين لا تعني الخطأ، بل إن الصحابة الكرام في معركة أُحد أصابهم القرح والقـ.ـتل ولم يقل أحد إن دعوتهم باطلة. العبرة الحقيقية هي أن يعيش المرء على التوحيد ويموت عليه، وهذا هو النصر الحقيقي والفوز بالآخرة، والمنهج الحق يبقى شامخاً كالجبال لا يزول بزوال الحُكم، ونسأل الله أن يرينا الحق حقاً ويرزقنا اتباعه.

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