I say this my statement and ask Allah for forgiveness for me and for you 😎☝️

On the platforms of electronic trading, where waves of digital currencies surge, where company shares contend, where bond yields differ, and where Forex pairs dance—there is a kind of people whose hearts are more preoccupied than profit and loss. They do not seek a winning deal, but a successful temptation. Such a people are led by a devil among humans: the youngest of them, the most vicious in nature. He takes them back and forth through every gathering. They are large in bodies, small in minds, like pieces of chess in the hand of a cunning player.

The tragedy is that this leader claims virtue, nobility, courage, and strength in everything—even in cooking delicacies and wearing the cloth that is placed on a donkey. May Allah honor you. You see him at gatherings taking the front seat, on podiums speaking in pompous riddles, and in situations making boasts, as if he were a gallant knight. But it is nothing but empty noise—hollow drums.

His intelligence is limited to gossip and sowing discord among his own people, not among his enemies. In the arena of opponents, he is cowardly and weak; in gatherings of friends, he is a tyrant. His wisdom deceives only those who are like him: weak souls, sick souls, afflicted by a virus of deficiency. They have immunity against manners and protection against mutual respect.

Their candles— not analysis candles—do not light the way except for those whose nature has faltered and whose eyes have come to regard their bad manners as good. He even swore he would not be disciplined nor possess good character. What a severe oath that is, and how clearly vile it is. Let it be so—for him, and let his followers be pleased with him—marching along his path. They blame only the sincere advisor and see only the spiteful.

So this is their leader—what about their elders? Those whose hearts have been darkened by the Devil, turning them into his brothers: they hate the sincere advisor and draw near to the spiteful. Their fuel is malicious gossip, their habit is to barge at one another’s chests—until the podium becomes a marketplace for grudges, not for securities.

O traders, do not be deceived by leaders made of clay, nor by voices of hypocrisy. The market does not show mercy to the ignorant, nor favor the arrogant. Loss of money can be recovered; but loss of manners leaves a wound in the soul that does not heal. Guard your tongues and protect your gatherings. Do not make trading rooms a forum for gossip, nor market screens a battlefield for strife. The wise trader knows that blessing lies in honesty, salvation lies in knowledge, and success lies in good character.

As for the devils of the podiums, their end is dispersion, even if they gather; and silence, even if they shout. For what is built on gossip collapses, and what is founded on grudges perishes.

I say this and ask Allah for forgiveness for me and for you.