Notes On Warhammer Islamicate Solarpunk

The Warhammer Islamicate is a fearsome, confusing wreck, a force that propels and accelerates but is broken at its core and haunted by the possibility of what it should have been, what it could have been. Weighed down by innumerable sins, it still grapples and pursues its path through the chaos of the Interregnum. Innocents sigh under its expansive weight whilst it wages wars of survival, always seemingly on the brink of existential collapse. Hypocrisy, contradiction, and cognitive dissonance, yes but also sheer will, bravery, and ingenuity. By all rights, this Nuclear Garrison State should not exist, nor should it be a live player, and yet it endures. It is far from the idealistic utopian poetry of Iqbal Lahori; it has failed and wounded many whom it would call brother, and also has come to the aid and defence of others. An imperfect, sinful-horror articulation of what an Ummatic Power should be. Now it pursues, not through the meticulous and technocratic planning of the CCP, but via…