The Legend of God - From Pain to Great Victory

Author's name: Ahmad ibn Khalil al-Hamdani

From "Pain"... "Pain"... "Pain" to "A Great Victory"

O human being, O son of Adam, O reader, you who began your journey with the word: Read, and prostrated at the word: Amen, now you reach the letters that contain all secrets: (Alif Lam Mim). And in (Alif Lam Mim), you clutch your chest in pain, and Gabriel comes to you, commanded by God, to comfort you with a light from His mercy, so you know the secret of (Alif Lam Mim): that God was kind to Muhammad (peace be upon him) with His Book, and that kindness was revelation, and that revelation was mercy, and that mercy was a path to you, to say to your heart as He said to it: This is the Book about which there is no doubt, a guidance for the righteous. Letters of light and trial, letters of the final covenant between you and God, letters of pain that transformed into security, and letters of the pact that concludes the whole story: from dust to the Throne, from a tear to the supreme triumph. This Book is not written with ink, but with tears that became light, and with verses that became life. In it, destiny is declared: the prophets are martyrs, the angels are in ranks, the devils are chained, and the Antichrist falls under the feet of truth.

Here you see the full face of the conflict: Satan, who envied you from your very first prostration; the Antichrist, who adorned falsehood with the garb of Paradise; and the oppressors and tyrants who worshipped idols and forgot God. Their end all converges here, when the weak one declares in the face of Satan, the Antichrist, the oppressors, tyranny, and their followers: "My Lord is God, God is sufficient for me, God is my protector, my light is from God, I have placed my trust in God, and there is no power or strength except with God, the Most High, the Magnificent. There is no god but God alone, He has no partner. To Him belongs dominion, to Him belongs praise, to Him belongs gratitude, and to Him belongs judgment, and He is over all things competent." Here the falsehood is exposed, their slogans polished with hypocrisy crumble, the idols of false praise collapse, and the voices of those who loved to be praised for what they did not do are silenced. Only one voice remains, faint at first, then filling the heavens: "Praise be to God, Lord of the Worlds."

O mankind, O son of Adam, O reader, you have seen how Satan has fought you with illusion, how he has altered the meanings of words, how he has replaced light with adornment, piety with fear, and love with hypocrisy. But he has failed to grasp one secret: that the word with which you were created is more powerful than all his magic, and that the Arabic in which the Quran was revealed is not the language of a people, but a scale of light that combines: pure servitude, manifest Lordship, truthful explanation, and unwavering certainty.

With these Arabic letters, revelation began, and with them, the call concludes. For truth cannot be understood without them, nor can falsehood be exposed except by their light. It is the language with which Gabriel called, to which Satan succumbed, and before which the Antichrist fell silent, for Arabic is not merely a human voice, but rather the imprint of the spirit that God breathed into you. You will see the ranks of prophets, messengers, martyrs, the righteous, their good companions, and their followers, all standing with you in the presence of God, their faces radiant with light, brimming with patience, mercy, and covenant, from Adam to their seal, Muhammad (peace be upon him). Each carries in their heart a supplication, and in their features, the trace of the path to God. The prophethoods converge in a single light, and Muhammad (peace be upon him) smiles as he concludes the message with them all, pointing to the Quran and saying to you: "I enjoin you to adhere to the Book of God, and I enjoin you to fear God."

And there, in the presence of light, Gabriel stands on your highest horizon, spreading his wings over your heart, and with his hand, he gently touches your breast with a light of mercy, whispering as he whispered to Muhammad (peace be upon him) in the cave: “Read in the name of your Lord who created, created man from a clinging substance. Read, and your Lord is the Most Generous, who taught by the pen… Live as you wish, for you will surely die, and die, for you are alive with your Lord.” Then you weep, for you know now that the light that descended upon the Prophet (peace be upon him) is the same light that is offered to you to complete the path, and that the message has not been closed, but flows within you as it flowed within him, a mercy from God, a kindness from Gabriel, and an unbroken covenant. Here you realize that pain was purification, that every tear was a path, and that every dawn of patience was a promise of victory. And here, your name is called in heaven... the gates of light open, and the words that were your purpose from the first tear that fell to earth resound: This is My servant... My servant praised Me, My friend and My confidant. He believed and was saved, he gave thanks and was elevated, he was content and thus earned My nearness.

Then you will realize that the call made on the day Adam was created has not been closed, but has extended to you, restoring within you the original connection: from praise to mercy, from servitude to guardianship, from knowledge to union. Then you will weep a tear of light, love, and joy that fills your heart and soul, a tear of union that returns you to your original home, a tear of the witnessing, loving, and grateful one that flows not from pain, but from the fullness of grace, a tear of the knower who has seen God's promise fulfilled in his heart, when it will be said: "He who witnesses God in his heart and is content with what God and His Messenger have bestowed upon him has triumphed; that is the supreme triumph." And in that moment of stillness, when voices fade, mountains bow, and souls tremble, a smiling, contented voice emerges from the pages of this book—the voice of the writer, a lover of God, who carried the trust as he was commanded; the voice of the servant who wrote not to possess the word, but to fulfill it; a voice whose heart was filled with tranquility, just as its pages were filled with light; a voice that sings, chants, and melodies in the horizon of existence, its tones traveling between earth and sky, declaring with a contentment that fills the universe: We are content with God as our Lord, with Islam as our religion, and with Muhammad (peace be upon him) as our Prophet and Messenger. A voice in which praise is mingled with love and joy, and tears with smiles, as the book closes with the final testament on earth: "I enjoin you to adhere to the Book of God... and I enjoin you to fear God."

Thus concludes the legend of God, with a melody of contentment and the joy of light, and a voice smiling as it fulfills its duty, so that the book may be closed not with sadness, but with happiness, for everything has returned to God.

The Islamic Corner from the Book_Fannar website