"In the search of the creator"
by Brother Abdullah
How do I begin to praise someone who begins every beginning. How do I clasp the air which is entrenched in the fragrance of his servitude . How do I undo the knots of my heart to begin loving him the way he is supposed to be loved
How do I ? how do I ? how do I ?
The questions asked are not so perplexing as my own heedlessness make them out to be
So let us begin, begin in the name of the most merciful the entirely merciful
The merciful whose mercies we see manifest in the hug of a mother for her child , the mercy of the father who bears cold and intense heat to provide for his family , the mercy of the husband who despite exhaustion toils for his wife’s happiness
The ever witness ,
Who witnesses our excesses, our crimes, our sins ,our this and that and still despite us being oblivious of his generosity, lets us breathe the air which we do with haughtiness, lets us eat knowing each morsel we chew our jaws dance to the tunes of ingratitude ,lets us walk on the surface which he expanded knowing fully well that the pathetic human struts more than he walks.
The Master ,
Who on that day of reckoning announces that he is swift in accounting and yet the ever so forgetful forces the angels to take account of things they themselves wouldn’t dare to write
The Pure ,
Who is pure from the careless utterances, insincere beseeching and the heartbreaking associations which the ever so stubborn make with that awfully cavalier attitude ,they wouldn’t adopt while gobbling an insignificant pill for headache
The bestower of peace,
Giver of peace, the ever so elusive pursuit of the restless son of man who inhales anxiety and perspires in vain efforts
The protector of believers,
As belief in him ,his attributes his words are the sole refuge for those who shun other promises for safety and amnesty or security from other than him
The powerful,
Whose dominion stretches over the heavens and the earth, not a single mosquito flaps its wings without his knowledge and he knows its place of provision and be not in doubt that he is the best of the providers
The creator,
Whose competence is such that he requires but an intent to create and it is brought into existence .the distance between the life and death is travelled by his sacred command .The raw material is the requirement of the ever so dependent who can shape-reshape , break-remake with the intellect endowed by him and yet their creation’s expiry dates and their rate of obsolescence only conform the obvious…………..
The task is what the task is, towering as his majesty is, but what could more be said about his mercy that he has himself given us the tools i.e. words and the expression to praise him and the rest needed is to open up his book and know (in the true sense of the word) what he says about himself and about us and let the destiny unfold into something beautiful just like his names.
How do I ? how do I ? how do I ?
The questions asked are not so perplexing as my own heedlessness make them out to be
So let us begin, begin in the name of the most merciful the entirely merciful
The merciful whose mercies we see manifest in the hug of a mother for her child , the mercy of the father who bears cold and intense heat to provide for his family , the mercy of the husband who despite exhaustion toils for his wife’s happiness
The ever witness ,
Who witnesses our excesses, our crimes, our sins ,our this and that and still despite us being oblivious of his generosity, lets us breathe the air which we do with haughtiness, lets us eat knowing each morsel we chew our jaws dance to the tunes of ingratitude ,lets us walk on the surface which he expanded knowing fully well that the pathetic human struts more than he walks.
The Master ,
Who on that day of reckoning announces that he is swift in accounting and yet the ever so forgetful forces the angels to take account of things they themselves wouldn’t dare to write
The Pure ,
Who is pure from the careless utterances, insincere beseeching and the heartbreaking associations which the ever so stubborn make with that awfully cavalier attitude ,they wouldn’t adopt while gobbling an insignificant pill for headache
The bestower of peace,
Giver of peace, the ever so elusive pursuit of the restless son of man who inhales anxiety and perspires in vain efforts
The protector of believers,
As belief in him ,his attributes his words are the sole refuge for those who shun other promises for safety and amnesty or security from other than him
The powerful,
Whose dominion stretches over the heavens and the earth, not a single mosquito flaps its wings without his knowledge and he knows its place of provision and be not in doubt that he is the best of the providers
The creator,
Whose competence is such that he requires but an intent to create and it is brought into existence .the distance between the life and death is travelled by his sacred command .The raw material is the requirement of the ever so dependent who can shape-reshape , break-remake with the intellect endowed by him and yet their creation’s expiry dates and their rate of obsolescence only conform the obvious…………..
The task is what the task is, towering as his majesty is, but what could more be said about his mercy that he has himself given us the tools i.e. words and the expression to praise him and the rest needed is to open up his book and know (in the true sense of the word) what he says about himself and about us and let the destiny unfold into something beautiful just like his names.
