If Salahuddin appeared today, would we follow him?
Or would we say he’s too strict, too idealistic, too inconvenient?
The truth is, Salahuddin didn’t save the Ummah. A generation did. He was simply the fruit of a tree that took 88 years to grow planted by scholars who were assassinated before seeing victory, watered by leaders who chose justice over thrones, and rooted in believers who refused to let comfort kill their purpose.
We don’t need to wait for a hero. We need to ask ourselves a harder question: What kind of generation are we choosing to be?

