MRD stood at the mic again, breathing in deeply, not because he was tired—but because what he was about to say required strength not of the body, but of the soul.
His voice rang out, calm and clear.
"I hope all of you understood what I said before. It's not about showing off my childhood struggles. It's not about sharing my pain for sympathy. I said those things because I want you to see—how far gone our world is."
He paused.
The desert air stood still, waiting.
"I'm not here to blame anyone. I'm not here to point fingers or dig into the past. Because no matter how loud we shout, the past doesn't change. But our future—that's still in our hands."
He looked up, eyes scanning across the sea of people watching him in person… and the billions watching from every corner of the earth.
"All I want from you… is trust. And to stand by my side."
He let those words settle before continuing.
"There are billions of people living on this earth. Rich, poor, powerful, weak… but in my eyes, I don't see any difference. To me, they are all the same."
"Human."
The word echoed like a prayer.
"Whether it's a child or an elder… they are human. And every human deserves peace, safety, and a life of dignity."
He stepped forward slightly, his voice tightening.
"Some nations are at war. Some are preparing for war. But my question is… who asked for it? Did the people want it? No."
He didn't wait for an answer.
"War is decided by one person sitting at the top. The rest—innocent citizens—bleed and bury their dead. That's the truth."
"They don't fight for freedom. They fight for the arrogance of leaders. They fight for their rulers' thirst to dominate, to prove who is stronger. That's not patriotism. That's poison."
MRD looked around, his eyes sharper now.
"And the people who force others—telling them what to do, how to live, who to follow—who gave them that right? Are they gods? No. They're humans too."
He leaned closer to the mic.
"They were chosen by people. Voted in by people. Given power by people. But somewhere along the way, they forgot… they serve you."
Silence.
A deep, collective breath across the world.
"So I'm not here to fight the past. I'm here to fix the future."
He let that promise sit on the wind.
"Do you know how many people are born every day?"
"Millions."
"And how many die?"
"Millions."
"But no one stops to realize… one day, we'll be among the ones who don't wake up. We pretend life is endless. We walk past pain. We ignore cries. We judge. But we forget—we are fragile. We are temporary."
He raised a single hand, slowly.
"My question is simple. Is this world… safe for our future generation?"
A pause.
Then, from the crowd—an answer.
"No."
The sound wasn't loud. It was raw. Honest.
MRD nodded.
"Exactly. Even you know the answer. This world is not safe. Not for your children. Not for mine. And not for anyone who still believes in humanity."
His voice turned heavy, but not angry.
"Today, people walk past suffering because they're scared. Not of criminals. But of judgment. Of society."
"What will others think?"
"What will people say?"
MRD closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again.
"Let me tell you a truth. I worked for my family. I struggled. If I didn't work, they wouldn't eat. And if I had enough, I would help others too. It's not complicated. We just… overthink."
He exhaled sharply.
"So let's end that thinking today."
"If you see someone suffering—don't walk away. Even if you can't offer help… offer your words. Ask, 'What's wrong? What do you need?' That alone can give them hope to survive one more day."
A hush fell again, deeper than before.
MRD's tone shifted now. Colder. More serious.
"You want to know what this world is wrapped in?"
"Crime."
"Drugs."
"Filth."
He didn't raise his voice. He didn't have to.
"I've seen a brother, under the influence of drugs, lose his humanity. I've seen him hurt his own sister. Because he no longer saw her as a sister. That's the world we're living in."
"And that's why… when I started my war—I wiped out the drug lords. I erased human traffickers. I destroyed their networks, their power, their name."
He stepped back from the mic, letting the weight of that truth fall across the world like a shadow.
"But I know… it's not over yet."
He looked into the horizon.
"It's far from over."
He turned back, calm again.
"But I promise you… it will end. I won't stop until it does."
"For our children."
"For their peace."
"So that they can say they were born in a world that belonged to God… not demons."
MRD slowly gripped the mic stand.
"This… is the moment."
He looked into the crowd.
"Now that I've been given a chance to speak to the entire world—I will use every second of it. And there are more truths to come. But first…"
He stepped back.
"I'll give you time to think."