If successfully implemented, these plans would reinforce Iran’s role as a global energy superpower together with enhancing Turkiye’s balancing act between the Golden Billion and the BRICS- & SCO-led Global South. That would in turn accelerate the global systemic transition to multipolarity in accordance with President Putin’s global revolutionary manifesto while imbuing Iran and Turkiye with global influence.
Russia’s proactive engagement with majority-Muslim countries, which can be described as its “Ummah Pivot”, precedes the start of its special operation in Ukraine but was given a newfound impetus as a result of that development. The unprecedented sanctions imposed upon this newly restored world power by the US-led West’s Golden Billion decoupled each party from their previous relationship of complex interdependence, especially with respect to energy, which thus compelled the Kremlin to immediately compensate by replacing its lost European partners with those across the Global South.
Majority-Muslim countries as a whole play the role of a much-needed third force in Russia’s grand strategic balancing act between China and India, thus preemptively averting its potentially disproportionate dependence on either. This is more important than ever nowadays after India unexpectedly became Russia’s irreplaceable valve from Western pressure in preemptively averting the scenario of disproportionate dependence on the aspiring Chinese superpower, though the trade-off is that Russia might now become disproportionately dependent on that South Asian state instead.
There aren’t any credible concerns connected with this scenario though since India is extremely unlikely to leverage their newfound relations in any way that’s adversarial to Russia’s interests seeing as how their grand strategic ones are complementary with respect to facilitating the global systemic transition’s evolution towards tripolarity ahead of its final form of complex multipolarity (“multiplexity”). Nevertheless, it’s always important for the Kremlin to retain a sense of balance in its foreign affairs, hence the latest energy-related outreaches to its two most important majority-Muslim partners.
Over the summer, Gazprom signed a deal with Iran that reportedly resulted in it committing to invest a whopping $40 billion into the Islamic Republic, after which the recipient Great Power – which is working closely with Russia and India to create a third pole of influence in International Relations – suggested in mid-October that it could function as a transit state for facilitating its Eurasian partner’s global gas exports via the Gulf. This proposal coincided with the one that President Putin offered to his Turkish counterpart whereby that country could function as the hub for Russian energy exports to the EU.
Taken together, these interconnected plans amount to the addition of an energy dimension to Russia’s Ummah Pivot, which is mutually beneficial and highly strategic for all three parties involved. If successfully implemented, it would reinforce Iran’s role as a global energy superpower together with enhancing Turkiye’s balancing act between the Golden Billion and the BRICS- & SCO-led Global South. That would in turn accelerate the global systemic transition to multipolarity in accordance with President Putin’s global revolutionary manifesto while imbuing Iran and Turkiye with global influence.
For as ambitious as this grand strategy is, it’s not without risks. There’s no way that the US would ever accept Russia rerouting its sanctioned energy exports through Iran and Turkiye, let alone enabling them to become globally influential Great Powers in the process. The latest Hybrid War unrest that it recently unleashed in the Islamic Republic speaks to its desire to destabilize this geostrategically significant state while the recent sabotage that was already twice attempted against TurkStream shows that this declining unipolar hegemon is trying to punish its wayward NATO ally for its cooperation with Russia.
Be that as it is, those challenges aren’t insurmountable so there’s no reason to predict that the US will successfully sabotage the planned energy dimension of Russia’s “Ummah Pivot”. That being the case, these latest moves can therefore be described as a game-changer, especially when taken together with OPEC+’s recent decision to cut production, the latter of which confirms that America’s traditional Saudi ally is prepared to play its own role in accelerating the global systemic transition. These observations enable one to confidently conclude that majority-Muslim countries are indispensable to multipolarity.
Another good one, Andrew!
“Speak louder, please.”
I put my hand up next to my ear from the back of the room, signaling that she would need to raise her voice.
She took a deep breath. I could see anxiety turning her cheeks beet red, as strands of blonde hair began to fall out of the same nappy pony tail she wore everyday. There was something about her so familiar, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. With her face glued to the paper, too afraid to make eye contact, she quickly sputtered out,
“Hi my name is Paisley Jackson, and this is my poem called ‘My Family’.”
Paisley was a shy little girl. In fact, she was one of the quietest students I ever had in my 10 years of teaching. Which I guess being the youngest of 11 will do that to anyone. Surprisingly, she was very smart, unlike the rest of her siblings who were dumber than a box of rocks. Lord, the Jackson kids were such a headache, except for Paisley of course. I just wish I could’ve given her more opportunities to improve her future.
Don’t get me wrong, I tried to help Paisley, I really did. I gave her clothes, food, and even had funds lined up for her. But, living dirt poor in a shack out in the middle of the desert, was a bad hand to be dealt in life. Besides no matter what I did, it wouldn’t have made a difference, everyone knows that the cycle of poverty is almost impossible to break.
I crossed my legs, pen in hand, preparing for yet another bland story about a family I’d never get to meet. If you’ve ever worked with underprivileged kids, you’d know that guardian involvement is quiet rare. When it came to interest in their daughter’s education, Paisley’s parents were no exception.
“I have two mommies. One named Betty who can make good spaghetti. I call her Mom, she’s the one that’s married to my dad Tom. One named Claire with pretty yellow hair. I call her Mommy, dad calls her his project, his hobby.”
Being smack dab in the middle of Utah, I’ve seen hundreds of polygamist families, so this didn’t strike me odd. Besides, even though polygamy is illegal, I try to keep my nose in my own business.
“Mom takes care of us all. She can do that because she’s so tall. Mommy wears a pretty silver bracelet. She wears it because she’s so famous.”
Wouldn’t be the first time I saw kids coming up with stories about celebrity parents to add excitement to their ordinary lives. I just didn’t expect it to come from Paisley.
“Mommy has me and Tommy. He’s one of my older brothers. Mom is a lot older. She has all the others.”
I cringed. That meant that one of Paisley’s mothers had given birth to 9 children. I couldn’t imagine going through that many pregnancies.
“Dad says me and Tommy are a gift from God. He’ll never hit us with a rod. His pride and joy is Tommy, but he says the only person he truly loves is Mommy.”
I looked up from my grade book, with the line about a Rod catching my attention. However, this wasn’t the first time one my students have accidentally reported abuse. Truth is, CPS picks and chooses who they want to help.
“Mom is having another baby. She’s mad Dad wants to name it Daisy. Mommy can’t have no more kids. Her last one died of SIDS.”
Shifting in my seat, I scribbled down a note reminding myself to deliver my daughter’s old baby clothes to the Jackson’s shack. As a mother myself, I know babies can be expensive.
“Dad says she did it on purpose, because she wanted to run off and join the circus. Mom says it wasn’t her fault. I promised to keep that secret in the me-and-her vault.”
I shook my head in sadness. How could someone blame a grieving mother for something she couldn’t control?
“Mommy was the one Dad chose. He watched all of her school shows. They were joined in the night. Daddy says inside her is a lot of fight. Mom is just a cover, Dad doesn’t really love her.”
I threw my hand up, a gesture meaning “stop” I had taught my students, but Paisley didn’t look up. She continued to read, oblivious to my disappointed frown. Obviously one of her siblings put her up to this as a joke.
“Mommy says she needs to get out. She wants to show me what life is all about. Dad gets mad, it’s his biggest pet peeve. Mommy is sad, she just wants to leave.”
“Mommy sings to me her favorite song. Mom says Dad’s head is wired wrong.”
Shaking my head, I sighed. Another child with so much potential, and such a kind heart, was stuck in the middle of a lovers quarrel that didn’t even involve her.
“Last birthday, I wanted to take Mommy to see her favorite basketball team. Mom made me a cake with frosted buttercream. I got to go see the Knicks, but Dad said he made a mistake he couldn’t fix.”
“Nothing is the same anymore. I don’t know why for sure. Now Dad cries at night alone. He asks God “What have I done?” To Mom he no longer tends, she hopes the baby will make amends.”
Paisley rose her head up with a smile, looking for my approval. Although I was appalled at the inappropriateness of her poem, I didn’t want to break her spirits. She clearly was very proud of it, and scolding her for something that wasn’t her wrongdoing, was just going to send that little girl back into her shell that I’d been trying to break for months.
So instead, I clapped, making the rest of the class (who were too young to understand the gravity of the situation) applaud too.
“Mrs. June, I brought a picture of Mommy for extra credit, it’s got one more part of the poem. Can I show the class?”
I nodded my head, thinking there couldn’t possibly be any details worse than what she already presented.
Paisley reached into the front pocket on her old worn out hand-me-down dress, pulling out an old, aging photo. She flipped the flaking picture around, displaying it as if it were her most prized possession.
My blood ran cold. I finally figured out why Paisley looked so familiar to me.
In what seemed to be a school photograph, smiling ear-to-ear exactly like Paisley, was a young woman by the name of Claire Daisy. She was a High School student, popular for her ability to gain the lead in every school play, that went missing without a trace 12 years prior. She was last seen leaving theater practice late one night, but then she just vanished. No sign of a struggle. No witnesses. No evidence. No body. Nothing. Her case was covered on every news station in Utah for a while, because of how peculiar it was, until people lost interest.
Paisley happily continued. I was so in shock I couldn’t stop her, as she read off the back of the picture.
“There is one thing I don’t understand, and maybe you’ll have the answer at hand. If Dad’s love for Mommy will never sway, why did he treat her that way? Mom lays her head on a nice soft bed. But Mommy sleeps in the basement under a big slab of cement.”