WHEN PEACE BECOMES A THREAT - A story from the comment section

Peace shouldn’t offend anyone.
But it does.

What started as a simple post turned into a reminder, that the moment you speak about peace, you’re already in a fight.

It began with a comment. Someone said:
“AI is not art.”
Another: “That doesn’t mean anything.”
And then one more: “You can’t talk about peace when the world is burning.”

But that’s exactly why we have to.

Peace isn’t comfort.
It’s not silence pretending nothing’s wrong.
It’s the choice to stay human when the world teaches you to hate.
And sometimes, that’s the loudest act of resistance.

I’ve seen what happens when peace collapses.
When a place you love disappears, not just from maps, but from memory.
When your language, your people, your home turn into a story that no one wants to hear anymore.

That’s where DAMMA came from.
Not from trends. Not from profit.
From the need to speak, even when no one listens.

I wrote because silence was no longer enough.
I made music because words couldn’t hold it all.
I created clothing because I wanted statements you could carry on your chest, not just in your head.

DAMMA is not a brand.
It’s a reminder that peace can still be worn, that clarity can still be chosen, that presence can still cut through noise.

So when people comment, when they mock, when they question, I don’t argue.
Because peace doesn’t need to shout.
It only needs to stay.

Every time peace is questioned, it proves its power.
Every time someone rejects softness, they reveal their fear of it.

So I’ll keep creating.
Keep posting.
Keep choosing stillness over spectacle.

Because peace isn’t the absence of conflict.
It’s the refusal to become it.