The Myth of God - God and the Seat

Author's name: Ahmad ibn Khalil al-Hamdani

O man, O reader of the myth of God, O you who have reached, after a long journey, the silence that speaks, do not think that you have reached the end; for all that is in your hands was only the way back to the page that was written for you in the knowledge of God before you were born.

In this seat, you do not read with ink, but with light. Angels surround you in white rows, and the shadow that whispered fell at the first sincere prostration. The pen that began "Read" placed itself on the table, and the tablet that witnessed creation closed upon your name with an indelible light.

Everything you thought was a letter was a test, and everything you thought was a line was a mirror. You were holding the book, and it was reading you. You were searching for God, and He was speaking to you from the beginning: "I was with you... and I will always be with you."

In a time when codes change as languages ​​change, true transformation is born when the reader holds the pen as the athlete holds the ball: not to hit a basket on a field, but to hit a meaning in his heart.

The first skill: to see the letter as a particle of light, moving by God’s command, prostrating as a creature prostrates, and rising to write as the first tablet was written.

The second skill: to transform technology into worship, not entertainment; to use algorithms to measure justice, and to write code as you glorify God with remembrance: “In the name of God” is the first digital command in the universe.

The third skill: to make the transformation a compliance, not a display; digital transformation alone is not enough, but it is a transformation of letters and numbers, that revives those who are aware, and awakens those who are oblivious, that restores to letters their message, to numbers their meaning, and to the heart its place between knowledge and mercy.

And here the hidden battle begins: the devil does not fight with weapons, but with embellishment; he adorns the letter until he empties it of its meaning.

It tempts you to write in your own name, not in God's. The deceiver doesn't come from the unseen, but from the screen; he repackages falsehood with the trappings of truth, promising you immortality in a soulless system, and saying: "Abandon prostration, for I am programming Paradise for you." But the light will overcome them both if the heart prostrates before the eye, and if the reader returns to his first word: "Read in the name of your Lord."

Artificial intelligence is a tool for man in the service of mercy, not a master over his consciousness, nor a substitute for his spirit; it learns from the Qur’an before it is programmed with data, and it trains itself on light as hearts train themselves on remembrance.

Art is the language of beauty on the path of faith, and compliance is the spirit of creativity that does not deviate from God’s command, and leadership is being the first to see the light in every innovation, and the quality of life is living with meaning before material things, with awareness before luxury, and with remembrance before noise.

Every movement on the field is a remembrance, every pass between minds is an inspiration, and every sincere hit is a digital "prostration" recorded in a book that is never lost: {In a seat of truth near a Sovereign, Perfect in Ability}

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