Treasure Island

Mohammad Jahoorul Islam

(03/02/1967 / Bhuapur, Tangail, Bangladesh)

An Argument With The Creation!


The misdemeanor made by the angels
'The Creation surely is chaotic'!
(This is the small argument :)
Remove them all to a distance of 500 years’ travel!
The Angels took refuge at the Divine Throne:
Pleaded for forgiveness!
The humility and sincerity!
Bestowed His Mercy upon them!
Appointed them at al-Bayt al-Ma‘mur (the much-frequented Fane)
That would earn His satisfaction!
Good for Rectification!
Angels began to circle with 70000 everyday none ever returns!
Al-Bayt al-Ma‘mur for repenting of inhabitants of heavens!
The Ka‘bah for inhabitants of Earth seeking forgiveness!
'I shall produce a being from dry mud that produces a sound and a mixture of clay and sand(That is, from foul smelling and dirty clay) So when I complete it and blow My soul in it you all shall fall down in prostration'!
The preface to the creation of Adam Alaihi salam!
His argument upon the Angels!

Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2014
Edited: Thursday, March 27, 2014

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