The Quiet Revolution: How the Mahdi's Followers Will Win the World—Without War

Picture a handful of ordinary people gathering from the four corners of the earth, flawed as we all are—riddled with scars and everyday troubles—standing shoulder to shoulder in defiance of a world that scoffs at them. They are short, tall, chubby or skinny. Some have red, brown, blonde or purple hair, while others have tattoos and piercings. Most of the men have beards, long hair and wear black beanies. We are all gathered not far from London, UK. No, we are not anarchists, not punks either, but revolutionaries, yes, we are. Our faith is our weapon. Our love for truth is our garment. Our loyalty is our boots. We call ourselves a family, we are the army of the Mahdi.

The Mahdi? Is it not supposed to be an Islamic figure conquering the world by force and Sharia law with a strong and powerful army? According to mainstream Muslims, we don’t exactly fit the bill. Why do they have all these kids around? Why do their women not wear hijab? Why do they all wear black beanies? Why don’t they speak Arabic and pray and walk in battalions? Why are they so nice, kind and patient? Where are their swords and horses? That's what you hear Muslims asking in the comments on social media.

Yet here we are, the companions of the Mahdi, just humble human beings. Humble enough to have recognised the truth, accepted it and followed it, no matter what the whole world would think of it and of us.

Despite our faults and flaws, we pledged our hearts to God’s chosen leader, the Mahdi, even as the rest of the globe, especially the Muslim world, turned away from him in disdain.

And that is exactly what makes us the strongest, bravest, purest and most perfect supporters. Our perfection lies in our loyal stance, will and determination. We have no armour, but our hearts are like iron. When God has sent His messenger and asked for support, we are the only ones who responded “present” and carried with him the weight of the path and the cross, for over 10 years now.

We are lovers of humanity. Are we delusional? Are we just a band of dreamers? Are we just a bunch of rejects that tempted our Lord into an unrealistic mission? No. We are the unexpected, unapologetic, yet truthful manifestation and fulfillment of hundreds of years-old prophecies.

We are a living promise, a prophecy becoming alive, echoing through time like the faint heartbeat of hope in a cynical age. The Mahdi and his companions won’t storm capitals with sabers and “Allahu-akbar suicide squads.” No, our victory will be much gentler and deeper: a takeover of hearts, one quiet act at a time. Every day is a battle for us, a battle where our victory lies in the growing number of human beings hearing the call, and a battle where every minute and interaction counts. Every moment is an opportunity to love, share and kill inequality and selfishness. We preach and we live what we preach. We live by example, and that is exactly how we are going to conquer the whole world.

“Our religion will conquer the world. It definitely will.” (Aba Al-Sadiq, Abdullah Hashem)

We’ve seen the failures of the mighty throughout time. Great nations, bloated with wealth and power, promise a better tomorrow, but only deliver despair. Poverty festers in gleaming cities, where skyscrapers mock the homeless huddled below. When palaces and cathedrals rebuke (even in St. Peter’s Square, Vatican City) the most vulnerable, leaving them to sleep on the cold pavement. When the Muslim sheikhs and Marjas and other pseudo-Muslim royal families befriend their enemies and leave their brothers in faith being massacred and starved to death next door. Inequality yawns like a chasm, swallowing dreams while CEOs toast record profits and plan for more profit and more misery over the population of entire nations. Loneliness and depression shadow boardrooms and bedrooms alike, a thief stealing joy from the young and old.

Cooperation? A relic, buried under nationalism’s rubble. Care? Diluted into hashtags and humanitarian trips transformed into holidays and selfies. Selfishness reigns supreme, each soul an island in a sea of isolation and desolation. But what if the Mahdi’s way flips the script?

Imagine a planet where poverty doesn’t just get patched up with handouts, but erased through genuine care—where the rich share tables with the ragged, not out of pity, but humanity. Where inequality crumbles not under protests, but under the weight of shared burdens lifted together.

What if the conquest is not by the sword, but by the good word? Enough of the old way of the army of the mean Serpent, it’s time to throw away the “I-me-mine” and repent. Time has come for the Will of the Lord to finally be respected and honoured.

The Mahdi's followers don’t preach from pulpits of perfection; they live it, flaws and all. We show it’s possible to coexist—not just tolerate, but thrive together. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Hindus, Buddhists, atheists, all under one banner of truth and peace, proving harmony isn’t a fairy tale. We tackle what titans couldn’t. No race, no colour, no clan, no borders, no cultures, no social or economic class; everybody is part of the hive, equal and precious. One body. One heart. One mind. One King. The truth that dwells in the hearts of the believers, manifesting itself and embodied in a man as the perfect leader: selfless, merciful, determined, good, wise, noble and legitimate.

It has now been 11 years that our movement grows in number and success, prophecies fulfilled one after the other, battles against the calumniators, the haters, the corrupt governments and the envious religious institutions without any flaws. I am not talking about a miracle of fish and bread being multiplied on one occasion, but hundreds of families fed and sheltered and dedicated to and enlightened on a daily basis for over a decade. This is the real miracle, and this is just the beginning.

In the frenzy for dominance—wars, elections, and viral outrage—the world has forgotten the power of the meek. But didn’t Christ say:

“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.” (Bible, Book of Matthew, Chapter 5, Verse 5)

The Mahdi’s army conquers by vulnerability, because through the cracks the light shines forth. Loving fiercely when rejected, being patient when insulted and shouted at, forgiving when wronged, putting the other first, building when others burn, uniting when others divide, that's what a true soldier of the Mahdi's army does. We inherit the earth not by force, but by becoming the earth others long to call home. As the prophets all foretold, truth shines brightest in the humble vessel. While empires clash, these quiet revolutionaries rewrite the future—one heart, one helping hand at a time.

It might sound fantastical, utopian, unrealistic or naive. We’ve heard this a million times already. But what if the world our forefathers built is the real illusion, with no realistic future? The great majority reject us now, mock us now, ridicule us now, and threaten us now, but watch closely because history has a way of crowning the meek and Jesus promised it.

Watch the episode of the new podcast of Aba Al-Sadiq where he goes more in depth about this topic: