Imagine a man from the eighteenth century waking up today in the middle of our noisy city. He would see birds of iron flying in the sky, and small mirrors in people's hands that fold distances with the touch of a finger.
What we live today as ordinary was, for our grandparents, mere science fiction, or perhaps a distant dream on a summer night. They sat under candlelight, writing their letters with quill and ink, and dreaming of a time when humans would fly, and a time when inanimate things would speak. Today we live inside their dreams, for we are the "future" they longed for. But is this future we have reached the end of the road? Of course not; the human being is a creature who never stops gazing at the horizon.
Today I stand at my window and look at our present world through my own lens. I see fast trains and glowing screens, but I also see shadows of exhaustion in the eyes of passersby. I see a world that has made enormous leaps in technology, yet is still searching for its soul. From this very point, from the details of our daily lives and the scenes that pass before me every morning, the thread of my new dream begins: a dream that is not content with silent machines, but seeks a human being who is healthier, more aware, and more accepting.
In the world I dream of, which my eyes can almost see in the near tomorrow, the era of suffering with physical and neurological differences ends, and a revolution of understanding begins. I do not mean merely building bigger hospitals; I mean a scientific and humane environment that embraces the human being and decodes the salt of pain before it is born. Let us think, for example, of "autism": that mysterious world whose silent language we have long stood before, unable to understand, and whose people and families have long felt they live on isolated islands behind walls of incomprehension. In my future, autism will no longer remain a baffling riddle or a burden weighing on the shoulders of mothers and fathers in their search for acceptance or a cure. Biotechnology and neuroscience will arrive at innovative ways to integrate these exceptional minds smoothly and help them express their unique creativity without barriers, and we will see care centers transformed into spaces of harmony, because we will learn to make this neurological difference a strength and an addition, so that everyone lives in safety and peace, without dread of tomorrow's gaze.
This healthy body needs a mind to nourish it, and here my lens turns toward the great beacon of change, "education," in my Arab homeland. The four walls of traditional learning have long exhausted us, where students sit as vessels waiting to be stuffed with information and then emptied onto exam papers. In the future I see, these walls break down, as the Arab curriculum changes to erase the idea of "memorization and rote instruction" and replace it with "exploration and passion." The student will no longer be just a number on a list, but a researcher and an innovator.
Imagine a curriculum that does not rely on a dry textbook, but takes the student on a virtual journey to the age of the pharaohs, or lets them touch the stars in a digital space laboratory. Education in my future is an orchard in which every child picks the flower that resembles their talent, so that we learn how to think, not how to obey, and our schools turn from houses of heavy homework into spaces of joy and intellectual curiosity.
And when these aware minds step out into the street, they build the more beautiful society: a society of true acceptance. We have long heard resounding slogans and polished words about equality and justice at conferences, but they evaporate at the thresholds of reality. In the tomorrow I breathe in my imagination, I see a society that accepts everyone without conditions. I see the wheelchair passing smoothly on every sidewalk, in every theater and library, not as a humanitarian gesture, but as an obvious right like air. I see difference in opinion, appearance, and background placed on the canvas of society like the colors of a rainbow, whose picture is never complete with a single color. There, in reality, every person finds a place that has room for them, without pitying looks, without exclusion, and without needing to justify their existence.
I am not writing about passing wishes, but about a certainty that grows within me with every situation I live and every story I see in the eyes of those around me. The world of tomorrow is not a place we wait to arrive at, but a structure whose foundation stone we lay today with our passion, our research, and the change in how we think. And just as our ancestors looked at the sky and dreamed of flying until they flew, we look today at the earth and dream of the true human being... and it is surely coming.
