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Across the world, those entrusted with the greatest power are making the smallest choices. Institutions are breaking. Norms are dissolving. And beneath the noise of ideology and outrage, something quieter is breaking down — a sense of moral proportion that once held the whole thing together.
What disturbs me the most isn’t the corruption or the incompetence. It is this interior collapse of the human conscience.
That disturbance became a novel.
Political Suicide, my first fictional piece, follows three political leaders at different stages of that interior collapse. Each of them has operated inside systems of power long enough to know how to justify almost anything. Each of them arrives at a moment when justification fails.
This is not a book about policy. It’s not a political argument.
It’s a story about what happens inside a human being when power finally outpaces conscience — and whether something honest can still emerge from the wreckage.
The novel draws quietly on Sufi thought — the image of the self as a river, transformation as movement rather than arrival, the heart as a mirror that power slowly clouds. These aren’t doctrines. They’re lenses. And right now, I think we need every lens we can find.
If you’ve been watching the state of the world and feeling that familiar tension — between recognizing something is broken and realizing how little you can directly change — this story was written from that exact place.
Redemption, as imagined here, is not a moment. It’s a process. Often incomplete. Rarely comfortable. But possible.