How the Strait of Hormuz crisis is reshaping the old world order
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Idriss Hadj Nacer
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Iran's chokehold has exposed myriad global vulnerabilities; Algeria and those who command the narrow seas now hold all the chess pieces in this strategic game
The US-Iran war has hit the Indian economy hard, which is facing a shortage of fuel and oil. An art teacher carries a poster which depicts the concerns of ordinary Indians. (Ashish Vaishnav/ SOPA Images via Reuters Connect)
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The old world, five centuries in the making, is dying. Not merely passing through a crisis but choking in a 55-kilometre strait. This is no sirocco gust scattering a weekly bout of kharbga, that ancient game drawn in sand. The board itself is being redrawn, with different rules and perhaps new players.
In this new game, a different kind of power is stirring: the Sahelocracies, magnet-republics that attract rather than conquer. Algeria is one of their most advanced expressions: a shoreline where continents meet, a gateway the world can no longer afford to ignore. Across the region, other shore powers also hover on the cusp.
The first squall has already struck. Hormuz sealed. Twenty million barrels trapped daily. Gas frozen behind missiles. Soon the wells will heave their first death rattles, tomorrow they’ll return weakened. Even optimists know it will take years.
The illusion still dances on paper, but physical crude commands a premium over futures and demand destruction is setting in. Prices will stay high and grow more volatile. Shortages have begun, discreet, but already in motion.
The second squall doesn’t smell of oil. It goes for the petrochemical cells of fossil civilisation: naphtha, ammonia, or the helium in our microchips. When they run short, the body’s architecture cracks.
The third squall attacks the bones: steel, copper, aluminium. Without acids, without reactants, both born of hydrocarbons, they remain prisoners of the rock. Even the energy transition discovers its dependence on the old world it claims to replace. The material body of modernity is atrophying.
The fourth squall wreaks mechanical impotence. Factories weaken, muscles atrophy. Without oil for the machines, petrochemicals for the parts, metals for the frame, plants halt. Unemployment spreads like a necrosis.
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The fifth blows across our plates: without sulphur, without urea, fertiliser plants stutter and stop. The farmer prays; arid tears of despair cannot wet the soil. He sows less, or differently. In fertile lands, an irritation, in affluent ones, prices rise and shelves sometimes empty. But where the topsoil is thin and the state brittle, famine expands like gangrene.
The sixth squall spreads like a firestorm, reeking of charred paper. Sovereign debt snaps under rising rates. Bubbles from AI to private credit burst in one gust. The insurance market, battered by Hormuz, lists. The yen-dollar carry trade unwinds in panic. The financial nervous system short-circuits and can no longer convey trust.
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The seventh squall redraws the board. Bread runs short, order trembles, the wretched resign themselves to fate or start moving. Nations, fevered, follow their own reflexes: revolution, mass migration, identitarian retreat. Already, a nationalism of flows is taking root: states leave their riches locked in the earth rather than trust the markets.
The eighth sets the legal moves: corridors and sea-lanes compete for lifeblood. The ninth cuts bluntly: only the players securing energy, water and minerals remain in the game. The 10th ratifies the new order: alliances founded less on military pacts than on shared corridors built around an aquifer, a mine, a factory, a railway or a port.
Then come the final minutes. A struggle for the soul of the coming world. A generation born after the war plays on a different board, shaped not by nostalgia but by stability, water, energy, the local. The Hormuz crisis echoes in their ears as the fall of the Berlin Wall does in ours, not because it destroyed everything, but because it made visible what was already at work beneath the surface. Yet the old powers are dismissing the early squalls as distant thunder.
The squalls will die away, but the board will not reset. Broken infrastructure takes years. Insurers have already redrawn the map of risk. Iran’s chokehold will not loosen easily. The Strait will not regain its balance.
So who are the players? On one side, the sword-empires, thalassocracies born of the sea, their strength in fleets and finance. On the other, the sponge-civilisations, tellurocracies whose gravity pulls neighbours into orbit, lately overturning the board with overland corridors.
Rise of the Sahelocracies
But a third kind of player is stirring. The Sahelocracies, from the Arabic for coast, shore-powers bridging continents, where caravans unload. They need a tough hinterland to shield and feed them. They lie outside contested chokepoints, offering passage without asking leave. Their doctrine is active neutrality: magnetism from the sanctity of their word. These conditions are demanding; scarcity is their value.
The archetype with the strongest hand currently is Algeria. Between land and sea, it must rise like the Atlas Mountains or become a shoreline where others settle their scores. It is an archipelago of hilltops and oases at the collision of three liquid continents: Africa, which roots it, the Arab world, which passes through it, and the Mediterranean, which opens it.
It is not alone. Mauritania is building corridors that turn its Atlantic shore into a Saharan interface. Oman grips the southern shore of Hormuz, yet its own ports face the open Indian Ocean. Its quiet mediation earned trust by refusing to weaponise the strait it co-owns. Sahelocratic in posture, only the hinterland link is missing.
Azerbaijan, the landlocked shore where the Caspian meets the Caucasus, proves the model can travel far beyond the Arab world. Others, no less geographically destined, will miss this turn. The Levant and Libya, the interfaces that should have been, consumed by wars they did not choose. Their promise is real, but history is the strictest of all masters.
Sahelocracies neither dominate nor absorb, they attract. From their silent core they send out magnetic lines across seas and sands, unnoticed, until a disoriented world follows them, seeking a new bearing. The shore is no frontier; it is the place where worlds meet, trade and leave transformed. Are they ready to claim their place at the board? The pieces are already in motion and the sirocco has begun to blow.
A longer version of this article was previously published here.
The views expressed in this article belong to the author and do not necessarily reflect the editorial policy of Middle East Eye.
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