The Movie Star Cannot Die, right?

Think of life as a movie, but not just any movie — a blockbuster that every civilization has tried to review. The star of the film is humanity, and whether the director is called Yahweh, Allah, Brahman, or simply “the Universe,” the plotline always circles back to the same question: will the protagonist rise, or will the antagonist steal the show?

Take the Bible’s Job story: Satan strolls in like an arrogant film critic. “Of course Job worships you,” he sneers. “You’ve given him everything. Take it away and he’ll curse you.” God allows the test, and Job becomes the world’s first documented stress-test dummy.

Islam echoes the same theme: this world is dunya, a temporary exam hall. Wealth, hardship, politics — all are questions on the divine sheet. Even Iblis admits his wager: he’ll mislead mankind, except for those who stay tethered to their Lord.

Hinduism stretches the metaphor into an endless franchise: karma tallies the reviews scene after scene, life after life, until you finally graduate into moksha. Buddhism points out we don’t even need a Lucifer — our own desires and egos are enough villains. And African traditions remind us that ancestors and spirits keep score as well; a greedy man in famine may not just face guilt, but ancestral displeasure.

Different accents, same refrain: this is a test.

And hovering in the background? A bet. Lucifer watching like a smug critic: “They’ll fail.” God, the patient director, lets the film roll. Humanity—the lead actor—fumbles lines, trips on props, forgets cues. But the role is too important to waste. Movies where the villain wins don’t sell well.

So why not dolphins, ants, or elephants for this starring role? Simple: they weren’t given the toolkit. They don’t wrestle with morality, power, greed, or eternity. The burden — or the blessing — of choice was reserved for us. To whom much is given, much is demanded.

Sometimes it feels like God is “ruining our weekends” with endless workshops—losses, trials, catastrophes. But like a tough employer pushing you to grow, the pain of the drill is meant for the prize of the performance. Maybe the Creator is nudging us back to the original plan—without Lucifer being able to say, “They only followed because You forced them.”

That’s why the story matters: the star cannot die. Evil winning forever would be like a cinema where every movie ends with the villain dancing on the hero’s grave. Who would keep watching? The universe itself demands a redemptive arc.

And here’s the uncomfortable truth: we’re not extras. We’re not background noise. We are the lead cast. Whether you quote Job, the Qur’an, the Gita, or your grandmother’s proverbs, the script is clear: wake up. Stop letting the antagonist steal the spotlight.

👉 The call is simple: don’t let the movie star die in your case.

 

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