The Hymn of Dawn
In the name of God, The Gracious, The Merciful. May God bless Muhammad and the members of his household.
Oh lord, who vocalised the tongue of dawn with its eloquent radiation, Dispatched the stammering gloom of night and its pitch fragmentation. Adorned the orbiting celestials to perfect their creation, And blended the sun’s brilliant blazes in an amalgamation.
Oh one proved his existence never ended, From similarity to any, transcended, And rose above all who contended.
Oh one who of minds, is in vicinity, from glimpses of eyes, exalted in divinity, And knowing of all that was before it came to be.
Oh one, who lay me in the cradle of his safety and security, Awoke me for what he has granted me of his gracious purity, And repelled the claws of harm from me with his wings of surety.
Bless, oh lord, the guide to you when the night is darkest, Clasper of your means with the longest of ropes and finest, The flawless forefather, standing on the peak which is highest, And the steadfast on slippery slopes, not budging the slightest.
Bless him, oh lord, and his progeny, The pious anointed and honorary.
Unbolt for me, oh lord, the gates of requests, With the keys of mercy and success, And clothe me with the garments of guidance and righteousness.
Implant, oh lord, within my heart, the springs of submission, Flow forth the ducts of fearful tears, with your permission, And discipline with the reins of content, my foolish volition.
My lord, if your mercy didn't initiate with splendid fortune, Then who is to guide me on the clearest path of virtue?
And if your will surrenders me to the shepherd of desires, Then who is to sanction me from the wrath of your fire?
And should your aid fail me in battling the two devils, Then it would doom me to a place where both will revel.
My lord, do I approach you from a place of mere aspiration? Or have I only clung to the ends of your ropes when driven to damnation?
So curses be on the ego that followed urges to disaster, Woe to a soul seduced by assumptions to its laster, And damn it for its audacity against its lord and master!
My lord, I knock upon your doors of mercy with pleading hands, Seeking refuge in you from my desires’ demands, Clinging hopefully to the last of your rope's strands, I beg you, oh lord, for what I committed, do not reprimand, Release me from my entanglement before it expands.
For you are my master and my lord, My final hope across the board, And you are the one whom I've adored, Granter of all gracious rewards.
My lord, would you turn away a beggar seeking refuge from his demise? Or dishearten a stranger running to you with tearful eyes? Or reject the deathly parched, pulling him from water as he tries?
Nay, your oases are available in the driest of droughts, And your doors are open to all beyond doubt, Indeed, you are the subject of the devout.
My lord, here are the reins of my ego, bound with the ties of your ordinance, And here are the burdens of my sins, lifted by your mercy and lenience. And here are my misleading desires, redirected beside your eminence.
So maketh, oh lord, this morning of mine descendant upon me with enlightenment, Safety in faith and environment, And my evenings guarded from my enemy's entitlement, Protected from rebounds of desire's discontent.
For you are capable of what you please, Granting rule to whomever you please, Stripping it from whomever you please, Exalting whomever you please, Humbling whomever you please,
Virtue lies within your hands, Of all things you surely can.
You produce night from day, And produce day from night,
You produce the vital from the deceased, And produce the deceased from the vital, And gift any amount without account.
There is no god but you, by your glory and grace, exalted is your place, Whomsoever can know of your magnitude without fearing you a trace? Or know your nature without dreading your face?
With ability, you enjoined the factions, With care, you cleaved the heavens to fractions, And with grace, you illuminated the darkest abstractions.
You ruptured from geodes, waters pure and briny, Poured from the heavens those cascading sublimely, And made the sun and moon, for man, a brilliance most timely, Without the need to revise your creation for any refining.
Oh one who is alone in grace and eternity, And dominates over his servants with death in certainty, Send your blessings upon Muhammad and his household of purity.
And hear my cries, I await your replies, For my enemy's demise, And fulfill with your courtesy my hopes with reprise.
Oh greatest of all called upon for lifting turmoil and seize, And desired in every hardship and ease.
In you I place my needs so don't return me, oh lord from the vastness of your means, to what concerns me.
Oh gracious, oh gracious, oh gracious.
By your mercy oh most merciful of all foretold. And may Allah bless the finest of his creation, Muhammad, and his household.
Oh lord, my heart is shrouded, My reason is clouded,
My character is flawed, My desire is broad,
My virtue is meager, In sin I'm eager,
My conviction is callous And my tongue is riddled with malice,
So where am I to turn, oh concealer of flaws? Oh knower of all, Who lifts those that fall, Forgive my sins of big and small, Oh merciful, oh merciful, oh merciful, whose punishment is severe. Oh kind and gracious, oh gentle and benevolent, Grant my requests in the name of the Quran revered, And the prophet who persevered, May Allah bless Muhammad and his household most dear.

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Satan was on the air, on the night, within everything in the long shadows cast by the setting sun and with him came a chill to the air that I could never hope to internalize; it might kill me.
From a rotted abode across the street, I watched the large outbuilding and the field in which we’d buried the hand and I found myself in prayer—among the torn and exposed studs of dry-rotted wood and rusted metal I caught my own whispers and forced myself to stop like I intended to convene with God right there in the dark; I wasn’t there for Allah. It was something else that compelled me there. I whispered the prayer and felt foolish at my own voice and ducked lowly among the rubble and held my breath to watch the sunlight go from the land and in a blink, the light was gone, and I was there in darkness that at first was a terror and then I slipped into it through blinks and the surroundings became clearer even in the dark.
Time went on.
I was exposed, but the yougins were safe—Trouble too. If nothing else mattered in the world, then they should go on without me. It had come to me so suddenly (maybe it was the prayer that withdrew such a sentimentality) that I liked them okay.
Before anything else, a cat’s hiss came so faintly that I plugged my ear with my pinky, shook it and listened again; the noise grew closer, and I could do nothing but watch the field and squint in the darkness and wait.
Fumbling, I counted the glass containers with touch only—two in my jacket pocket and the third by my feet—and my fingers then danced to the threadbare strap of the shotgun on my shoulder; I shed my pack for mobility.
The domineering creature lurched forcefully from the shadows and then went on display in the moonlight properly and its arched back protruded even over its own head till it lifted that muzzle, so its rattish face was cut out in a black outline; it was sniffing, and the hiss came through the air again. The Alukah kept a serpentine strut, smoothly gliding across the ground as it used its hands like forelegs to press its snout against the ground. In watching, I consciously relaxed my shoulders and refrained from biting my teeth together. That creature found the spot it had been searching for—it seemed roughly the place we’d buried the hand—and it took its claws there with bestial shovelfuls.
In a hurry, I gathered the jar I’d placed by my feet—it would not slide so gracefully into my jacket as the others—and as quietly as I could, I slinked around the rubble, through two studs, and onto the dirt. Within milliseconds, my own heartbeat pounded all over my body and I stood in the street and lit the Molotov cocktail with a lighter and took closer to the creature.
It shifted around and in that moment I wished I had a light source powerful enough to expose its body; I tossed the cocktail in a high arch and it exploded in a moment by the creature’s feet as it stood and pivoted to look at me fully; its solid white eyes were wide in a glance of moon-shine and it slung itself from the eruption of flames around its feet with violent speed. Its black hair hung down the sides of its face and its head parted midway to expose a snarl. It stalked in a circle around the concentration of flames, remaining mostly in the dark; the thing moved slowly nearer, those long arms swaying in front of itself with each step.
You should know better. It stopped midstride, coming no closer and we each stood there in the field roughly thirty feet from one another, and I refused to take my eyes from it. The boy’s mine. The flames began to flicker and die. For how long we stood like that, I couldn’t say, and I waited.
I couldn’t find a voice till it was all dark again, besides the moon and stars. “Why can’t you leave us be? There’s easier pickins.”
You offer yourself too much credit, Harlan. We remained in silence and in the darkness the creature may have been a statue—in a blink it seemed as much. You are a corpse, no? A walking corpse of a man! A terrible sickness is in you. I know it. I see it on you as plainly as I see your fear.
Rigidity took over my body and I puffed my chest out like it meant something and I shook my head, “I’m not afraid.”
Not of me, no. Of yourself? Something. The voice lingered with the ends of its words, drawing them out first guttural then it left them on hisses. Something I know.
I lit the next Molotov, and the creature didn’t move; I threw the bottle furiously and it went into the darkness like a far candleflame till it erupted in the spot the Alukah had been standing—the thing had leapt from there, leaving me unawares and I lowered myself to the ground in a crouch, swiveling my head around to catch the thing in the dark. The flames on the ground danced brightly, leaving me light-blinded.
Not again, said the thing, You will not catch me so easily with fire again. It was behind me, nearer the outbuilding and it took a moment through blinks for my eyesight to return well enough to see the grotesqueness of the misshapen massive humanoid thing.
The Molotov explosion burned then disappeared and we stood looking at one another again and I felt silly, foolish, radically unprepared, and overwhelmingly trivial in the grand scheme of the universe—if it wanted to, it could leap the distance between us and rip me to shreds. Why didn’t it kill me? Why wasn’t I dead?
That damnable night creature extended one of its massive forehands, flexing the digits on the end of its arm and whispered its words like a plea, The boy, Harlan. That is all. Take that brimstone smelly girl and carry that shell of a body—walk on to whatever hole you humans call home.
Hoping to not draw a movement from the creature, I pressed my forearm against my ribcage, feeling the last Molotov that was there in the inner pocket and I gently slid the strap from my shoulder, and held my shotgun in both hands, licking my dry lips, watching the dark frame of the Alukah, fearing even a moment of distraction; my eyes locked on the creature and I refused to speak.
No deal then. It wasn’t a question; its rattish snout offered a mild nod of understanding. You despise a good sense of words.
I readied the shotgun, legs spaced in proper formation—looking down the barrel, I held my breath and upon squeezing the trigger, the thing knocked into my shoulder, but the creature was gone. In scanning, I found the thing had moved from the field and bounded wildly across the street towards the dead ruins of Annapolis, its muscular limbs made short work of fleeing.
The outbuilding remained quiet and erectly tall, and I moved to its shadow and cussed whispers for wasting ammunition. Only three shells remained; worse, I’d wasted two of my explosives. I watched the horizon in the opposite direction of the crowded foundations of Annapolis and carefully held my breath in watching and I prayed again, hoping that the commotion would not draw attention.
An overwhelming sense of foolishness welled in my guts, and I trotted off towards the direction I’d watched the Alukah go, through the ramshackle streets haphazardly.
The darkness was maddeningly empty, so I filled it with shouts, “C’mon! This is your turf, ain’t it? This darkness is yours so come and take me if you can!” Rusty as I was, I held the shotgun like never before, squinting my eyes, keeping my pace in unison with my heartbeat. There’s a place in that darkness that is beyond reproach, beyond the comprehension of a city dweller, beyond even my own understanding and I found myself padding through those streets at an accelerated rate, hopeful to confront the demon and I only found more dead and vacant lots and I crossed more than two intersections where the signs were either gone or indecipherable in the black shadows cast there. I wished for a payback of the demon’s hunt or perhaps I wished for something even more than that—what did I need to prove and to who? “You sick and twisted and foul beast!” I went so loud I continued to hoarseness, “Slimy fuck!” I’s so mad that spit came with the words too.
Still, there was nothing and I came to a final crossroads, a place more commercial—at least for a flatland dead town—where brick storefronts half-stood on those four corners. Finding my voice again, I continued my tirade, cursing the demon, “Come get some—c’mon already! Here’s your fight?” I was scared though.
A sudden noise from the dilapidated storefront to my left startled me to pivot and watch, gun pulled up, and I focused as hard as I could on the recesses of that shadowed place; it was a large antiquated face where a window might have sat many years prior. Wet and hungry sounds emanated from that place, the disgusting noises of a fiend—even in knowing it, I was surprised in seeing the new creature spill out in a lumpish mess of slickened muscles, lubricated, its innumerable arms and legs clawed its own body forward so that it rolled like a mushy ball—each of those limbs remained human in nature. Upon the thing pulling itself onto the street, I staggered backwards, gun still raised, and watched its form take a modicum of understanding in the moonlight; its mouths—sporadically, illogically placed over its mass of a body—opened and seemed to try and speak with each one merely letting go of meekly audible, painful sighs in doing so. The eyes, spaced much the same as the mouths, blinked and rolled as if it was torture for the thing to live. The mutant was a tongue-like mass at its center, and it was almost the size of a horse—I’d seen fiends grow much larger, but this was still a great threat.
In moving away from where it spilled onto the street, I stumbled backwards and caught myself on the backfoot and clumsily spun into a sprint; my boots pounded in my flight from the thing, and it chased after.
Its mouths exhausted terrible sighs as it gained speed in the relative openness of the street and in seconds, I would not have been surprised if the thing snatched me by an ankle and devoured me without thought—not that fiends had any other thoughts above the basest urge to consume.
The pursuit kept me going in the dark, watching the still shadows of the dilapidated housing and I pushed on until I tasted copper; my breathing went raspy—it’d been so long since I’d been forced to run from such a creature in the open. I took a glance back and saw it coming, gaining speed in its perpetual roll; its body excreted some fluid across itself so that it could glide more easily.
Coming to a crossroads I’d passed earlier, or perhaps it was a new one—I couldn’t fathom in the dark—I took in the direction of what I thought was south and ran full throttle; my knees ached.
In hoping to confuse the mutant, I quickly dove towards the right side of the southbound street, towards some ramshackle, through the skeletal framing of a skinless house without a roof; I pushed through the pencil-narrow vertical beams and stumbled through, landing onto the unseen ground on the other side. My left leg spasmed and in the millisecond that it took for my nerves to register the pain, I let out a mild, “Oh.” I tried to lift myself from the spot and found that my left leg refused to bend straight; in total horror—more so from my body failing than the mutant—I swiveled my torso around and scooted on my rear across the ground, raking myself in the opposite direction of the fiend.
The mutant slammed into the frame; its many arms reached through the bars and in a moment, it began to use its hands to lift itself along the exposed wall and I scooted further away till my back met the bars of where an opposite wall would’ve gone. In a scramble, I snatched the shotgun, pushed myself sniff against the bars on my side and watched the thing down the barrel; I waited and concentrated on my own breathing. If nothing else worked, I still had that Molotov—if not for it then for me.
As it crested the top of the wall made of bars, I watched patiently and only when I was certain I fired.
The mutant, the great meatball-thing that it was, lost its grasp for a moment and slipped onto the arrangement of vertical bars; I gush of liquid, illuminated in starlight, shot from its base of its soft body; it began to try and catch its grasp on the bars and I took a moment for myself to examine my left knee—I pulled it as close to my face as I could manage which was hardly at all—some black triangular mass had lodged itself into my flesh; more accurately, I’d slammed myself onto something sharp in my panic to flee the fiend. In a second, not thinking of the repercussions, I gripped the thing with my left hand and clamped my mouth onto my right hand, biting into fat of my hand by the thumb. The debris was free from my leg, and I let it to fall to the ground; blood ran freely into my mouth and I let go of the bite and tentatively lifted the gun again, ignoring the pain; the creature continued to struggle, and I fired again. It slipped again, further impaling itself on the bars.
I had one shell left.
Using the place I’d propped my back, I pushed free from the ground and put all my weight onto my right leg, testing the left; I staggered—hopped really—around in the small square of ground surrounded by metal framing and searched the ground for something long. I unearthed the dirt around my feet and found a long piece of metal rod; setting the gun to the side, I lifted the metal rod over my head and then slowly arched it out from my body. It would give me just enough room to further injure the thing while also staying well out of its grasp.
I swung the makeshift weapon down like a bat or a sword and the fiend slid a little further down the bars, the exit wounds began to show across the top of its roundish body, and I smacked it again—its mouths spoke words that could nearly be understood. Though it took only moments, I was thoroughly exhausted by the time the creature had reached the ground again, good and dead and impaled upon six of those vertical bars. I tossed the weapon to the ground, lifted my gun, and shimmied through the bars on the opposite side of the square.
Adrenaline only lasts so long, and my left leg throbbed to the point of nausea; I did not want to inspect the wound, but on rounding the ramshackle and watching the still dead thing, I stumbled into the street and knelt and lifted my pant leg. It was dark and bloody and already it was burning. Infection was my first thought. A puncture wound could spell a terrible fate. I shifted to sit in the street. My leg didn’t bend right.
The cat’s hiss came from the darkness and there wasn’t a way I could respond in time; I felt those long nasty fingers grab me by the back of my neck and I was lifted immediately from the ground—the gun clattered to the ground and all I could do was initially freeze and stiffen and then my hands moved to the grasp which held me firmly by the throat; those massive knuckles were like stones.
The Alukah had me and situated me so that it could look into my face, its long black hair hid its eyes but I could smell its breath and see its teeth which rested in its round mouth. I could snap you. It seemed to nod its head, but to detect humanity in that damnable pale face was a mistake.
I choked.
What’s that? It relaxed its grasp on my throat.
“Do it.”
Why’re you crying? Its foot brushed against the gun at its feet, and it lifted it with its free hand, and it commented casually, Little human toy.
It moved, holding me by the throat, dragging me along the ground in an abnormal sluggish gait. It was hard to see anything but the night sky, anything but the strange angle of the demon—with its grip, it was hard to breathe, and tears indeed welled in my eyes, and I held to its forearm to distribute some of the weight of my own body away from my neck. With its tugging, I could not speak, but it spoke.
I’ll squeeze you dry, but your blood’s too tainted to drink. That won’t make it any less interesting. I’ll twist you like a rag and see which hole it comes from first. More than that, you’ll scream. You’ll scream so loud everyone will know. Everyone will know what I’ve done to you—once you’re no more than ruin. Not even Mephisto would balk at my handiwork once I’ve had my time with you. God will look on your sour corpse with so much disgust there won’t be a place for you anywhere. Only Oblivion, a place worse than any.
The creature moved us to the open field, tilted its head back and forth, rose its rattish face to the sky and snorted and then clearly sniffed, dropping the gun to its feet to brush the long black hair from its eyes; its muscular body shone in the moonlight so that even its bluish veins stood plainly from its white skin. It shifted its gaze to the outbuilding—maybe fifty yards away—where the youngins were hidden.
Deftly, the thing lifted me from where it had kept me by its side and my feet levitated over the air, I felt feet taller, suspended from that long arm the way I was. It took its free hand to my midsection and I felt the digits of its hand squeeze my ribs and it let go of my throat and I coughed and wheezed, placing my hands on its fingers to dig into that thing’s skin—it didn’t matter—in seconds, a scream escaped my rattling throat; it squeezed more and I felt the glass bottle in my jacket burst from the force then the Alukah gave relief and I tried to gulp air, but felt pangs along my body. My jacket was wetted from blood by the broken bottle shards entering my body or from the contents of the bottle or both.
Urine? It pulled me close to itself, sniffed, and shook its head. Oil? it cackled, Again! Beg for the help you do not deserve! It held me outright once more.
Again, the great hand constricted me and again I could not help but to let out a scream—my lungs were on fire, my voice stretched like a dying animal. I heard barks and saw nothing through wild choking tears. The grip softened.
I coughed more and tried to speak; the Alukah brought me close to itself as if to wait and listen to what I had to say. Weeping words fell out in a whisper, “Kill me. Do it. I don’t mind.”
Another sharp laugh exited the thing’s throat and it squeezed again, facing me out so that I could look at the black outline of the outbuilding. I heard the barking again and I saw the figures stumble out from the sidelong face of the outbuilding. I blinked to remove the tears.
A voice, neither mine nor the demon’s, shouted an attempt at authority, “Let him go!” It was Gemma. They rounded the building so that moonlight removed them from obscurity. Gemma held Trouble on a lead while Andrew followed.
Trouble growled.
The smile was audible through the Alukah’s voice, Strong words for one so dainty. I felt its grip tighten and I chuffed and couldn’t manage a word.
“Get it!” shouted Gemma; she let go of Trouble’s lead and the dog looked curiously at me and the demon where we were and tucked its tail and circled to hide behind the children.
The Alukah laughed. Scary dog.
I was lightheaded while my vision went; I should die—I’d bleed out there or some unknown medical oddity would shut me off. Perhaps I’d will myself to death. My head nodded tiredly, and I fought it, blinking, shaking my head to maintain my eyes.
“You want me?” The boy took a few steps forward and his voice cracked. “We could make a deal.”
The Alukah lowered me so that my feet skimmed the ground but shifted to keep a tight hold around only my throat. Oh?
“What are you doing?” shouted Gemma; she closed the space between herself and Andrew and shoved him.
He shoved her back. “Me for him,” he addressed the demon.
Is that the deal?
Everything in my body protested while I reached for the jean pocket on my right side; I could not reach it. I stretched and my ribs screamed in pain—it was worse than bruising. The demon did not notice me moving. Maybe because my movements were weak, subtle. I tried again while mentally asking God for help and I came short of the pocket. I cursed Him and then my shaking fingers found the pocket. I withdrew the lighter there.
“That’s right,” said Andrew.
“No, he won’t,” Gemma’s voice was aflame.
It’s not your deal to make, girly.
I took the lighter to my jacket, lit it, and the flames grew around me in a flash, feeding on the oil.
The Alukah hissed, attempted to unwrap its hand from around me while I dug into its forearm with two claws and bit onto the thing’s hand for extra purchase. It swung me around and my legs flew limply. It took every bit of strength I had.
Let go! The Alukah shrieked.
Trouble barked, the children screamed, and I bit deeper till that thick black blood filled my mouth. The flames were immaculate, cleansing, more furious than I could’ve imagined. Not for life—that’s not why I held on so strongly—it was for them, for Andrew and Gemma. Me and that creature should’ve burned together. Fitting.
Delirium took over and I swiveled overhead in the demon’s tantrum, holding onto that arm. The Alukah hissed, roared, shouted nasty epithets.
The gunshot rang out and I met ground, hard.
Exhaustion or death could’ve taken me then, but it was the former.
When consciousness came again, it was hands, smacking hands that brought me to life—then the vague smell of burnt hair, cooked flesh. My body stung and I could not move but to lift my face from the dirt where I lay belly-flat.
“You almost died,” said Gemma somewhere between hope and sorrow, “You almost killed yourself!” She shook me and shoved me hard enough so that I rolled on my back. She’d been crying, but surely, we’d won. What was there to cry for? If we’d lost, she wouldn’t be talking at all.
She left me and I stared at the sky through slits. The sun was coming but I couldn’t feel the warmth; I couldn’t feel anything (that would be a sweet memory in the time to come). It was quiet save the crackling I heard; it was like the lowness of a dying fire. It wasn’t me? I wasn’t on fire?
When she returned, she lifted my head to place my pack underneath it; it elevated my vision. I surveyed my surroundings. The outbuilding was there and the Alukah lay on the ground perhaps ten feet from me; its body charred and sizzled and caught little flames in response to the cresting sunrise; everything was a daze—we’d won.
Gemma’s eyes glittered, and she called the dog over and the dog sniffed my face and the girl’s lips remained flat, expressionless.
I saw the boy’s body—it lay motionless alongside the dead Alukah and alongside that body was my shotgun. The body’s head sat on its side, disconnected from its owner, facing away from where I lay.
“He killed it. He shot it.” Gemma sat beside me, and Trouble placed her snout on the girl’s shoulder. “We’re going to die,” she nodded.
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When Muhammed claimed to be a prophet he of course was asked to provide an extraordionary proof for his extraordinary claim of being sent by the one and only god which seems to be a normal thing every prophet we hear about was capable of doing, But Muhammad couldn't do that and people kept grilling him on this point and embarrass him about it so he goes to the Qur'an and try to create all kinds of excuses to why unlike other prophets he can't do miracles.
here's some of these excuses:
Al-Isra 59: "And We refrain from sending the signs, only because the men of former generations treated them as false: We sent the she-camel to the Thamud to open their eyes, but they treated her wrongfully: We only send the Signs by way of terror (and warning from evil)."
Al-anam 36: "And they say: 'Why has no miraculous sign been sent down to him from his Lord?' Say: 'Surely Allah has the power to send down a sign, but most of them do not know."
Ar-rad 7: "And those who disbelieved say, 'Why has a sign not been sent down to him from his Lord?' You are only a warner, and for every people is a guide"
Alankabut 50-51:"And they say: 'Why are not signs sent down to him from his Lord? Say: 'The signs are only with Allah, and I am only a plain warner.' Is it not sufficient for them that We have sent down to you the Book (the Qur'an) which is recited to them? Verily, herein is mercy and a reminder (or an admonition) for a people who believe."
This keeps going on and on and on, it's very clear that people had a huge problem with Muhammad claim to be a prophet yet his inability to do miracles like what other prophets supposedly did.
And Muhammed also clearly couldn't do any miracles and had to repeatedly use the Qur'an to give excuses to why that is, by claiming his just a normal human who is here to warn people and the Qur'an itself is enough of a proof that he is sent by god.
This is totally different from Muhammed in "hadith" which in it Muhammed is basically superman doing miracles left and right sometimes he split the moon with his finger and sometimes he freeze time, also he will make food magically increases and do stuff like seeing the future and predicting what countries muslims will conquer and what will happen to some of his friends like how they will die.
Which is also again contradict the Qur'an version of Muhammed that clearly says Muhammed can't see the future:
Al-Araf 188:"If I had the knowledge of the Ghaib (unseen), I should have secured for myself an abundance of wealth, and no evil should have touched me. I am but a warner, and a bringer of glad tidings unto people who believe."
Notice the repeat of "i'm but a warner" this sentence is used by the Qur'an a lot when Muhammad needs to defend his inability to do miracles.
Now unless you are a muslim who is willing to try all kinds of mental gymnastics to say all those verses that say Muhammad can't do miracles are somehow don't actually mean that or a muslim who don't believe in hadith which is a very small minority then you have a very big contradiction you have to deal with.
Personally i think muslims never got over the fact that their prophet is supposed to be a normal person who can't do miracles like their competitors Christians and Jews prophets and they knew how much this criticism is a very bad thing for Muhammad to be a prophet yet have no miracles.
So maybe during the prohet life or after he died by some time, they eventually decided to make up some miracles for their prophet and since Qur'an was very hard to alter especially after uthman burned almost all other versions of Qur'an and kept only one.
So they went for the second best thing: Hadith. which stayed as a free ground for many many more years allowing muslims to add anything they needed and the Qur'an doesn't have.
You want your prophet to do miracles ? Just make up a hadith of your prophet spliting the moon ! You want to justify your war on other country and make it a holy war ? Just make up a hadith saying your prophet predicted this war and said everyone who participate in it will get some extra benefits from Allah ! Did your favorite Muhammad's friend got murdered by another Muhammad's friend you don't like ? Just make up a hadith that says this friend of mine is going to die and people who kill it are wrong.
And that's it, this one was in my mind for a long time and it's always hilarious to me how many times and in how many different ways Muhammad tried to deflect the totally reasonable demand "if you are a prophet then do a miracle" and also more hilarious that muslims started asap making up hadiths about how he actually was doing all kinds of miracles but those disbelievers are so unreasonable that even seeing a miracle won't convince them

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Satan was on the air, on the night, within everything in the long shadows cast by the setting sun and with him came a chill to the air that I could never hope to internalize; it might kill me.
From a rotted abode across the street, I watched the large outbuilding and the field in which we’d buried the hand and I found myself in prayer—among the torn and exposed studs of dry-rotted wood and rusted metal I caught my own whispers and forced myself to stop like I intended to convene with God right there in the dark; I wasn’t there for Allah. It was something else that compelled me there. I whispered the prayer and felt foolish at my own voice and ducked lowly among the rubble and held my breath to watch the sunlight go from the land and in a blink, the light was gone, and I was there in darkness that at first was a terror and then I slipped into it through blinks and the surroundings became clearer even in the dark.
Time went on.
I was exposed, but the yougins were safe—Trouble too. If nothing else mattered in the world, then they should go on without me. It had come to me so suddenly (maybe it was the prayer that withdrew such a sentimentality) that I liked them okay.
Before anything else, a cat’s hiss came so faintly that I plugged my ear with my pinky, shook it and listened again; the noise grew closer, and I could do nothing but watch the field and squint in the darkness and wait.
Fumbling, I counted the glass containers with touch only—two in my jacket pocket and the third by my feet—and my fingers then danced to the threadbare strap of the shotgun on my shoulder; I shed my pack for mobility.
The domineering creature lurched forcefully from the shadows and then went on display in the moonlight properly and its arched back protruded even over its own head till it lifted that muzzle, so its rattish face was cut out in a black outline; it was sniffing, and the hiss came through the air again. The Alukah kept a serpentine strut, smoothly gliding across the ground as it used its hands like forelegs to press its snout against the ground. In watching, I consciously relaxed my shoulders and refrained from biting my teeth together. That creature found the spot it had been searching for—it seemed roughly the place we’d buried the hand—and it took its claws there with bestial shovelfuls.
In a hurry, I gathered the jar I’d placed by my feet—it would not slide so gracefully into my jacket as the others—and as quietly as I could, I slinked around the rubble, through two studs, and onto the dirt. Within milliseconds, my own heartbeat pounded all over my body and I stood in the street and lit the Molotov cocktail with a lighter and took closer to the creature.
It shifted around and in that moment I wished I had a light source powerful enough to expose its body; I tossed the cocktail in a high arch and it exploded in a moment by the creature’s feet as it stood and pivoted to look at me fully; its solid white eyes were wide in a glance of moon-shine and it slung itself from the eruption of flames around its feet with violent speed. Its black hair hung down the sides of its face and its head parted midway to expose a snarl. It stalked in a circle around the concentration of flames, remaining mostly in the dark; the thing moved slowly nearer, those long arms swaying in front of itself with each step.
You should know better. It stopped midstride, coming no closer and we each stood there in the field roughly thirty feet from one another, and I refused to take my eyes from it. The boy’s mine. The flames began to flicker and die. For how long we stood like that, I couldn’t say, and I waited.
I couldn’t find a voice till it was all dark again, besides the moon and stars. “Why can’t you leave us be? There’s easier pickins.”
You offer yourself too much credit, Harlan. We remained in silence and in the darkness the creature may have been a statue—in a blink it seemed as much. You are a corpse, no? A walking corpse of a man! A terrible sickness is in you. I know it. I see it on you as plainly as I see your fear.
Rigidity took over my body and I puffed my chest out like it meant something and I shook my head, “I’m not afraid.”
Not of me, no. Of yourself? Something. The voice lingered with the ends of its words, drawing them out first guttural then it left them on hisses. Something I know.
I lit the next Molotov, and the creature didn’t move; I threw the bottle furiously and it went into the darkness like a far candleflame till it erupted in the spot the Alukah had been standing—the thing had leapt from there, leaving me unawares and I lowered myself to the ground in a crouch, swiveling my head around to catch the thing in the dark. The flames on the ground danced brightly, leaving me light-blinded.
Not again, said the thing, You will not catch me so easily with fire again. It was behind me, nearer the outbuilding and it took a moment through blinks for my eyesight to return well enough to see the grotesqueness of the misshapen massive humanoid thing.
The Molotov explosion burned then disappeared and we stood looking at one another again and I felt silly, foolish, radically unprepared, and overwhelmingly trivial in the grand scheme of the universe—if it wanted to, it could leap the distance between us and rip me to shreds. Why didn’t it kill me? Why wasn’t I dead?
That damnable night creature extended one of its massive forehands, flexing the digits on the end of its arm and whispered its words like a plea, The boy, Harlan. That is all. Take that brimstone smelly girl and carry that shell of a body—walk on to whatever hole you humans call home.
Hoping to not draw a movement from the creature, I pressed my forearm against my ribcage, feeling the last Molotov that was there in the inner pocket and I gently slid the strap from my shoulder, and held my shotgun in both hands, licking my dry lips, watching the dark frame of the Alukah, fearing even a moment of distraction; my eyes locked on the creature and I refused to speak.
No deal then. It wasn’t a question; its rattish snout offered a mild nod of understanding. You despise a good sense of words.
I readied the shotgun, legs spaced in proper formation—looking down the barrel, I held my breath and upon squeezing the trigger, the thing knocked into my shoulder, but the creature was gone. In scanning, I found the thing had moved from the field and bounded wildly across the street towards the dead ruins of Annapolis, its muscular limbs made short work of fleeing.
The outbuilding remained quiet and erectly tall, and I moved to its shadow and cussed whispers for wasting ammunition. Only three shells remained; worse, I’d wasted two of my explosives. I watched the horizon in the opposite direction of the crowded foundations of Annapolis and carefully held my breath in watching and I prayed again, hoping that the commotion would not draw attention.
An overwhelming sense of foolishness welled in my guts, and I trotted off towards the direction I’d watched the Alukah go, through the ramshackle streets haphazardly.
The darkness was maddeningly empty, so I filled it with shouts, “C’mon! This is your turf, ain’t it? This darkness is yours so come and take me if you can!” Rusty as I was, I held the shotgun like never before, squinting my eyes, keeping my pace in unison with my heartbeat. There’s a place in that darkness that is beyond reproach, beyond the comprehension of a city dweller, beyond even my own understanding and I found myself padding through those streets at an accelerated rate, hopeful to confront the demon and I only found more dead and vacant lots and I crossed more than two intersections where the signs were either gone or indecipherable in the black shadows cast there. I wished for a payback of the demon’s hunt or perhaps I wished for something even more than that—what did I need to prove and to who? “You sick and twisted and foul beast!” I went so loud I continued to hoarseness, “Slimy fuck!” I’s so mad that spit came with the words too.
Still, there was nothing and I came to a final crossroads, a place more commercial—at least for a flatland dead town—where brick storefronts half-stood on those four corners. Finding my voice again, I continued my tirade, cursing the demon, “Come get some—c’mon already! Here’s your fight?” I was scared though.
A sudden noise from the dilapidated storefront to my left startled me to pivot and watch, gun pulled up, and I focused as hard as I could on the recesses of that shadowed place; it was a large antiquated face where a window might have sat many years prior. Wet and hungry sounds emanated from that place, the disgusting noises of a fiend—even in knowing it, I was surprised in seeing the new creature spill out in a lumpish mess of slickened muscles, lubricated, its innumerable arms and legs clawed its own body forward so that it rolled like a mushy ball—each of those limbs remained human in nature. Upon the thing pulling itself onto the street, I staggered backwards, gun still raised, and watched its form take a modicum of understanding in the moonlight; its mouths—sporadically, illogically placed over its mass of a body—opened and seemed to try and speak with each one merely letting go of meekly audible, painful sighs in doing so. The eyes, spaced much the same as the mouths, blinked and rolled as if it was torture for the thing to live. The mutant was a tongue-like mass at its center, and it was almost the size of a horse—I’d seen fiends grow much larger, but this was still a great threat.
In moving away from where it spilled onto the street, I stumbled backwards and caught myself on the backfoot and clumsily spun into a sprint; my boots pounded in my flight from the thing, and it chased after.
Its mouths exhausted terrible sighs as it gained speed in the relative openness of the street and in seconds, I would not have been surprised if the thing snatched me by an ankle and devoured me without thought—not that fiends had any other thoughts above the basest urge to consume.
The pursuit kept me going in the dark, watching the still shadows of the dilapidated housing and I pushed on until I tasted copper; my breathing went raspy—it’d been so long since I’d been forced to run from such a creature in the open. I took a glance back and saw it coming, gaining speed in its perpetual roll; its body excreted some fluid across itself so that it could glide more easily.
Coming to a crossroads I’d passed earlier, or perhaps it was a new one—I couldn’t fathom in the dark—I took in the direction of what I thought was south and ran full throttle; my knees ached.
In hoping to confuse the mutant, I quickly dove towards the right side of the southbound street, towards some ramshackle, through the skeletal framing of a skinless house without a roof; I pushed through the pencil-narrow vertical beams and stumbled through, landing onto the unseen ground on the other side. My left leg spasmed and in the millisecond that it took for my nerves to register the pain, I let out a mild, “Oh.” I tried to lift myself from the spot and found that my left leg refused to bend straight; in total horror—more so from my body failing than the mutant—I swiveled my torso around and scooted on my rear across the ground, raking myself in the opposite direction of the fiend.
The mutant slammed into the frame; its many arms reached through the bars and in a moment, it began to use its hands to lift itself along the exposed wall and I scooted further away till my back met the bars of where an opposite wall would’ve gone. In a scramble, I snatched the shotgun, pushed myself sniff against the bars on my side and watched the thing down the barrel; I waited and concentrated on my own breathing. If nothing else worked, I still had that Molotov—if not for it then for me.
As it crested the top of the wall made of bars, I watched patiently and only when I was certain I fired.
The mutant, the great meatball-thing that it was, lost its grasp for a moment and slipped onto the arrangement of vertical bars; I gush of liquid, illuminated in starlight, shot from its base of its soft body; it began to try and catch its grasp on the bars and I took a moment for myself to examine my left knee—I pulled it as close to my face as I could manage which was hardly at all—some black triangular mass had lodged itself into my flesh; more accurately, I’d slammed myself onto something sharp in my panic to flee the fiend. In a second, not thinking of the repercussions, I gripped the thing with my left hand and clamped my mouth onto my right hand, biting into fat of my hand by the thumb. The debris was free from my leg, and I let it to fall to the ground; blood ran freely into my mouth and I let go of the bite and tentatively lifted the gun again, ignoring the pain; the creature continued to struggle, and I fired again. It slipped again, further impaling itself on the bars.
I had one shell left.
Using the place I’d propped my back, I pushed free from the ground and put all my weight onto my right leg, testing the left; I staggered—hopped really—around in the small square of ground surrounded by metal framing and searched the ground for something long. I unearthed the dirt around my feet and found a long piece of metal rod; setting the gun to the side, I lifted the metal rod over my head and then slowly arched it out from my body. It would give me just enough room to further injure the thing while also staying well out of its grasp.
I swung the makeshift weapon down like a bat or a sword and the fiend slid a little further down the bars, the exit wounds began to show across the top of its roundish body, and I smacked it again—its mouths spoke words that could nearly be understood. Though it took only moments, I was thoroughly exhausted by the time the creature had reached the ground again, good and dead and impaled upon six of those vertical bars. I tossed the weapon to the ground, lifted my gun, and shimmied through the bars on the opposite side of the square.
Adrenaline only lasts so long, and my left leg throbbed to the point of nausea; I did not want to inspect the wound, but on rounding the ramshackle and watching the still dead thing, I stumbled into the street and knelt and lifted my pant leg. It was dark and bloody and already it was burning. Infection was my first thought. A puncture wound could spell a terrible fate. I shifted to sit in the street. My leg didn’t bend right.
The cat’s hiss came from the darkness and there wasn’t a way I could respond in time; I felt those long nasty fingers grab me by the back of my neck and I was lifted immediately from the ground—the gun clattered to the ground and all I could do was initially freeze and stiffen and then my hands moved to the grasp which held me firmly by the throat; those massive knuckles were like stones.
The Alukah had me and situated me so that it could look into my face, its long black hair hid its eyes but I could smell its breath and see its teeth which rested in its round mouth. I could snap you. It seemed to nod its head, but to detect humanity in that damnable pale face was a mistake.
I choked.
What’s that? It relaxed its grasp on my throat.
“Do it.”
Why’re you crying? Its foot brushed against the gun at its feet, and it lifted it with its free hand, and it commented casually, Little human toy.
It moved, holding me by the throat, dragging me along the ground in an abnormal sluggish gait. It was hard to see anything but the night sky, anything but the strange angle of the demon—with its grip, it was hard to breathe, and tears indeed welled in my eyes, and I held to its forearm to distribute some of the weight of my own body away from my neck. With its tugging, I could not speak, but it spoke.
I’ll squeeze you dry, but your blood’s too tainted to drink. That won’t make it any less interesting. I’ll twist you like a rag and see which hole it comes from first. More than that, you’ll scream. You’ll scream so loud everyone will know. Everyone will know what I’ve done to you—once you’re no more than ruin. Not even Mephisto would balk at my handiwork once I’ve had my time with you. God will look on your sour corpse with so much disgust there won’t be a place for you anywhere. Only Oblivion, a place worse than any.
The creature moved us to the open field, tilted its head back and forth, rose its rattish face to the sky and snorted and then clearly sniffed, dropping the gun to its feet to brush the long black hair from its eyes; its muscular body shone in the moonlight so that even its bluish veins stood plainly from its white skin. It shifted its gaze to the outbuilding—maybe fifty yards away—where the youngins were hidden.
Deftly, the thing lifted me from where it had kept me by its side and my feet levitated over the air, I felt feet taller, suspended from that long arm the way I was. It took its free hand to my midsection and I felt the digits of its hand squeeze my ribs and it let go of my throat and I coughed and wheezed, placing my hands on its fingers to dig into that thing’s skin—it didn’t matter—in seconds, a scream escaped my rattling throat; it squeezed more and I felt the glass bottle in my jacket burst from the force then the Alukah gave relief and I tried to gulp air, but felt pangs along my body. My jacket was wetted from blood by the broken bottle shards entering my body or from the contents of the bottle or both.
Urine? It pulled me close to itself, sniffed, and shook its head. Oil? it cackled, Again! Beg for the help you do not deserve! It held me outright once more.
Again, the great hand constricted me and again I could not help but to let out a scream—my lungs were on fire, my voice stretched like a dying animal. I heard barks and saw nothing through wild choking tears. The grip softened.
I coughed more and tried to speak; the Alukah brought me close to itself as if to wait and listen to what I had to say. Weeping words fell out in a whisper, “Kill me. Do it. I don’t mind.”
Another sharp laugh exited the thing’s throat and it squeezed again, facing me out so that I could look at the black outline of the outbuilding. I heard the barking again and I saw the figures stumble out from the sidelong face of the outbuilding. I blinked to remove the tears.
A voice, neither mine nor the demon’s, shouted an attempt at authority, “Let him go!” It was Gemma. They rounded the building so that moonlight removed them from obscurity. Gemma held Trouble on a lead while Andrew followed.
Trouble growled.
The smile was audible through the Alukah’s voice, Strong words for one so dainty. I felt its grip tighten and I chuffed and couldn’t manage a word.
“Get it!” shouted Gemma; she let go of Trouble’s lead and the dog looked curiously at me and the demon where we were and tucked its tail and circled to hide behind the children.
The Alukah laughed. Scary dog.
I was lightheaded while my vision went; I should die—I’d bleed out there or some unknown medical oddity would shut me off. Perhaps I’d will myself to death. My head nodded tiredly, and I fought it, blinking, shaking my head to maintain my eyes.
“You want me?” The boy took a few steps forward and his voice cracked. “We could make a deal.”
The Alukah lowered me so that my feet skimmed the ground but shifted to keep a tight hold around only my throat. Oh?
“What are you doing?” shouted Gemma; she closed the space between herself and Andrew and shoved him.
He shoved her back. “Me for him,” he addressed the demon.
Is that the deal?
Everything in my body protested while I reached for the jean pocket on my right side; I could not reach it. I stretched and my ribs screamed in pain—it was worse than bruising. The demon did not notice me moving. Maybe because my movements were weak, subtle. I tried again while mentally asking God for help and I came short of the pocket. I cursed Him and then my shaking fingers found the pocket. I withdrew the lighter there.
“That’s right,” said Andrew.
“No, he won’t,” Gemma’s voice was aflame.
It’s not your deal to make, girly.
I took the lighter to my jacket, lit it, and the flames grew around me in a flash, feeding on the oil.
The Alukah hissed, attempted to unwrap its hand from around me while I dug into its forearm with two claws and bit onto the thing’s hand for extra purchase. It swung me around and my legs flew limply. It took every bit of strength I had.
Let go! The Alukah shrieked.
Trouble barked, the children screamed, and I bit deeper till that thick black blood filled my mouth. The flames were immaculate, cleansing, more furious than I could’ve imagined. Not for life—that’s not why I held on so strongly—it was for them, for Andrew and Gemma. Me and that creature should’ve burned together. Fitting.
Delirium took over and I swiveled overhead in the demon’s tantrum, holding onto that arm. The Alukah hissed, roared, shouted nasty epithets.
The gunshot rang out and I met ground, hard.
Exhaustion or death could’ve taken me then, but it was the former.
When consciousness came again, it was hands, smacking hands that brought me to life—then the vague smell of burnt hair, cooked flesh. My body stung and I could not move but to lift my face from the dirt where I lay belly-flat.
“You almost died,” said Gemma somewhere between hope and sorrow, “You almost killed yourself!” She shook me and shoved me hard enough so that I rolled on my back. She’d been crying, but surely, we’d won. What was there to cry for? If we’d lost, she wouldn’t be talking at all.
She left me and I stared at the sky through slits. The sun was coming but I couldn’t feel the warmth; I couldn’t feel anything (that would be a sweet memory in the time to come). It was quiet save the crackling I heard; it was like the lowness of a dying fire. It wasn’t me? I wasn’t on fire?
When she returned, she lifted my head to place my pack underneath it; it elevated my vision. I surveyed my surroundings. The outbuilding was there and the Alukah lay on the ground perhaps ten feet from me; its body charred and sizzled and caught little flames in response to the cresting sunrise; everything was a daze—we’d won.
Gemma’s eyes glittered, and she called the dog over and the dog sniffed my face and the girl’s lips remained flat, expressionless.
I saw the boy’s body—it lay motionless alongside the dead Alukah and alongside that body was my shotgun. The body’s head sat on its side, disconnected from its owner, facing away from where I lay.
“He killed it. He shot it.” Gemma sat beside me, and Trouble placed her snout on the girl’s shoulder. “We’re going to die,” she nodded.
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Excerpt from Umar Palanpuri (rah)’s speeches.
We were traveling in an airplane. My neighboring passenger was an atheist. We became acquainted and started conversing. Initially, he used to worship idols but later on became an atheist.
He asked me ” I want to ask you something”.
I said “Sure”.
He asked “In this world there are millions of people who believe in God, Muslims, Hindus, Christians, Jews but it amazes me that no one has seen God so how do they accept God? What I cannot see how can I accept? Forgive me but I have asked several monks but they could not pacify my concerns. Talking to you perhaps you can help me understand that God we are not able to see how can we accept Him?”
He was a doctor as well, obtained a degree from Tokyo and he was traveling back to his country. I said, “ok, without seeing, millions of people worldwide accept millions of things. Even in those countries where atheism has spread millions of people accept millions of things without seeing".
He said, “Forget millions, just show me one or two without seeing them accept something".
I said “One condition; what is accepted without seeing is based on signs. Without signs, they will not be accepted. A person sees something and accepts it. When will he accept without seeing? Even though he is not able to see the thing, he can acknowledge it by seeing its signs.” He started to think deeply about this.
I told him “Nothing to worry let me explain. Your intellect and my intellect. Are you able to see this? No, you cannot see it. All the passengers on this airplane are you able to see any of their intellect? Have you ever seen in your life any human intellect? Tell me do you accept intellect exists or not?”
He said,” I accept”.
I said “You don’t accept blindly. Rather you accept it based on inference. You say I possess intellect. Because I am exhibiting signs of possessing intellect. And what is that sign? That man doesn’t speak incoherently. He works properly. And if he doesn’t possess intellect. Then he doesn’t speak coherently, throws stones at you, curses without reason. Thus, you accepted the ‘intellect’ based on its signs. You didn’t accept it by seeing it.”
He said, “Yes that’s there”. So without seeing you accept it, you accepted it by seeing its signs.
I said ” Another example is there is a soul inside of you and there is a soul inside of me. Have you seen this soul? When you are operating on someone in a hospital you cannot visually see the soul. But he is alive. You accept there is a soul without seeing. You acknowledged it via its signs. And what is that sign? In a man his eyes see, ears can hear, tongue speaks, hands can hold, feet can walk. These are signs he is alive and possesses a soul. From this, you infer that he is alive. Insects don’t come to sleeping snakes but to dead snakes they do. A vulture doesn’t eat a sleeping man, but to a dead body, it does. Both me and you accept there is a soul. So do insects and vultures acknowledge that there is a soul even though they cannot see it. Rather we accept soul exists through its signs.”
He was receptive to this so did several other passengers sitting in the airplane. So I have shown two things: intellect and soul. Without seeing you accept them but you accept them based on their signs.
I said “Take third example as well. In a jungle, if you see a house right away in your mind you will think this house was not self-created. Rather this house must have a builder. Have you seen this builder?”
He said “No”.
I said, “Do you accept there is a builder without seeing him?”
He said,” I accept”.
I said “But you cannot indicate whether the builder is black or white, tall or short. But you would have to concede that this house has a builder. This ‘house’ is a sign that it has a builder. Three examples have been given. Taken another fourth one. I accept you are a doctor. I have not seen you attending college. I have not seen your certificate. But I still accept you as a doctor. Why? Because you have signs within you that indicate you are a doctor. You attend to ill patients, their health improves from this I ascertain that you are a doctor. This is a sign. I will give a fifth example after this I am not going to give a sixth example as there are millions of these. I will give you a fifth example that even an illiterate will accept.”
He said, “What is that?”
I said “In a desert a camel passed by, a Bedouin didn’t visually see a camel walking by but saw its droppings and imprints of its foot. Does Bedouin without seeing the camel acknowledge there is a camel or not?”
He said, “Yes he will acknowledge”.
I said “Without seeing, an illiterate man acknowledges there is a camel by seeing its droppings. Doctor you are educated so are millions out there but they don’t even know this much that the large sky, land, moon, sun, unclean drops of semen through which this huge man comes into existence, small seeds which give rise to large trees, on these trees fruits grow, there is juice in these fruits. All of these are signs that there is a creator behind them. Through its dropping, you understand there is a camel but you don’t understand through heavens and earth there is a creator! This creator is who we call Allah and we believe in Him without seeing Him rather we believe in Him through his signs.”

Since a lot of people asked me for scientific miracles of the Quran well here are a few undeniable and clear ones with source from the Quran.

1. The big bang theory “Do not the disbelievers see that the heavens and the earth were a closed-up mass (ratqan), then We opened them out? And We made from water every living thing. Will they not then believe?”

Holy Quran, 21:31

1. The expansion of the universe “And We have built the heaven with might and We continue to expand it indeed.

Holy Quran 51:48

1. Embryology (My favorite) ““Verily, We created man from an extract of clay, Then We placed him as a drop of sperm in a safe depository. Then we fashioned the sperm into a clot; then We fashioned the clot into a shapeless lump; then We fashioned bones out of this shapeless lump; then We clothed the bones with flesh; then We developed it into another creation. So blessed be Allah, the Best of creators.”

Holy Qur’an, 23:13-15

1. What Lies Beneath Mountains ““Have We not made the earth a bed, And the mountains as pegs?”

Holy Qur’an 78:7-8

1. Tectonic Plates “And the earth — We have spread it out, and placed therein mountains (rāwasiya); and We have made to grow therein every kind of beautiful species.” ) Holy Quran 50;8
   Also god states in Quran 27:88 And you see the mountains, thinking they are firm, while they will pass as the passing of clouds. This is the work of Allah , who perfected all things. Indeed, He is Acquainted with that which you do. Now who would have know 1400 years ago that the mountains move other than the creator? This discovery was made in 1965
   
2. All things came from water
   

In Surah Al-Anbya, it was revealed: “We made every living thing from water, will they not believe?” (Quran, 21:30) and it was only after the discovery of the microscope that it was concluded that all living things consist mostly of water – while in the deserts of Arabia, the last thing a man could guess is that all of life ultimately came from water.

1. The Big Crunch theory by physicists John wheeler and Alexander friedmann

Again, in Surah Al-Anbya, Allah says: “The Day when We will fold the heaven like the folding of a sheet for the records. As We began the first creation, We will repeat it. This is a promise binding upon Us. Indeed, We will do it” (Quran, 21:104). This fits in with the theory of Big Crunch which talks about how the universe will be pulled back into the black holes and again form a tiny mass [4].

1. The sky’s protection

Also another in surah Al-Anbya, Allah says: “And We made the sky a protected ceiling, but they, from its signs, are turning away” (Quran 21:32). It is a scientific fact that the sky, with all of its gasses, protects the earth and life that is present on it from the harmful rays of the sun. If there was no protective layer, life on earth would cease to exist

1. Sun moving in orbit

Surah Al- Anbya once again,it states “And it is He who created the night and the day and the sun and the moon; all heavenly bodies in an orbit are swimming” (Quran, 21:33). Although it was only a widespread belief in the 20th century amongst the astronomers, today it is a well-established fact that the Sun, the Moon, and all the other bodies in the Universe are moving in an orbit and constantly moving, not stationary

1. Iron came down from meteorites

In Surah Al-Hadid it is written that: “We sent down Iron with its great inherent strength and its many benefits for humankind” (Quran 57:25)

1. The meeting of seas

In Surah Ar-Rahman, it states “He released the two seas, meeting side by side, Between them is a barrier, neither of them transgresses” (Quran, 55:19-20). Science has discovered that in places where two different seas meet, there is a barrier that divides them which helps both the seas maintain their own temperature, salinity, as well as density.

1. Pain receptors in skin

In Surah An-Nisa, it is stated that “We shall send those who reject our revelations to the (hell) fire. When their skins have been burned away, We shall replace them with new ones so that they may continue to feel the pain: God is almighty, all-wise” (Quran, 4:56).
For a long time it was thought that the sense of feeling and pain was dependent on the brain. However, it has been discovered that there are pain receptors present in the skin. Without these pain receptors, a person would not be able to feel pain

1. Internal waves in ocean

n Surah An-Nur, Allah has revealed: “Or they are like darknesses within an unfathomable sea which is covered by waves, upon which are waves, over which are clouds – darknesses, some of them upon others. When one puts out his hand [therein], he can hardly see it. And he to whom Allah has not granted light – for him there is no light” (Quran, 24:40).
Incredibly, oceanographers have stated that unlike the belief that waves only occur on the surface, there are waves that take place internally in the oceans, below the surface of the water. Invisible to the human eye, these can only be detected through special equipment

1. Forelocks being frontal lobes(prefrontal cortex) lying and telling truth and source of movements

Surah Al-Alaq “Let him beware! If he desist not, We will drag him by the forelocks, a lying sinning forelocks” (Quran, 96:15-16)

1. Embryo exactly resembles leach

Surah Al-Hajj states that, “O mankind! if ye have a doubt about the Resurrection, know that We created you out of dust, then out of sperm, then out of a leech-like clot”(Quran, 22:5)
Surah Ar-Rahman(55:1-16) 1. The Most Beneficent (Allah)!

1. Has taught (you mankind) the Qur'an (by His Mercy).
   
2. He created man.
   
3. He taught him eloquent speech.
   
4. The sun and the moon run on their fixed courses exactly calculated with measured out stages for each reckoning
   
5. And the stars and the trees prostrate.
   
6. And the heaven He has raised high, and He has set up the balance(justice)
   
7. In order that you may not transgress (due) balance.
   
8. And observe the weight with equity and do not make the balance deficient.
   
9. And the earth He has put for the creatures.
   
10. Therein are fruits, date-palms producing sheathed fruit-stalks
    
11. And also corn, with (its) leaves and stalk for fodder, and sweet-scented plants.
    
12. Then which of the Blessings of your Lord will you both (jinns(demons) and men) deny?
    
13. He created man from sounding clay like the clay of pottery.
    
14. And the jinns(demons) did He create from a smokeless flame of fire.
    
15. Then which of the Blessings of your Lord will you both (jinns and men) deny?
    

In the village where I live, only morning, noon, afternoon and evening prayers are recited because no one dares to go out after dark. That’s why there is no call to prayer at night in our village. Let me briefly tell you how it all started. My name is Rüveyda, I am a 19-year-old young girl born and raised in the same village.
Our village was a quiet and peaceful place. It is surrounded by greenery and has a clean air. People know each other here and live in solidarity. In our village, we wake up to the sunrise every morning. After leaving school, it was a natural choice for me to start helping my family in the village. Working in the fields, looking after the animals and taking care of the house were the real joys of life for me.
As village people, we support each other and work together and this gives us great satisfaction. Of course, life in our village is not only full of beauty. Of course there are also difficulties, but we overcome them together. The respect and helpfulness of everyone helps us to overcome these difficulties.
There is a reason for such a narrative full of excitement and beauty. I wrote this to make you realize what a beautiful village we live in. I first told you about the beauties of our village in this way so that you might take an example when you hear about the last state of our village.
One morning I woke up to the sound of the call to prayer. When I woke up with the call to prayer in the morning, my mother would always say: “The angels are waking us up, my daughter, to get up and perform our prayers. If we don’t pray and go back to bed, they go back without distributing blessings and sustenance to our home.” So every morning, I get up to pray, even if I sometimes find it difficult. I pray with my mother, sleep a little longer, and then prepare breakfast.
I got up for the morning prayer as usual and my mother was still not awake. After ablution, I woke my mother up and we prayed. While we were having breakfast, my father said, “There is a superstition in the village. Supposedly some people came at night to look for treasure. There was a hodja with them, some say they got it, some say they didn’t. In the end, they will disturb the peace of this beautiful village, that’s what will happen.”
By the evening the rumors grew; supposedly they would come again. The mukhtar even notified the gendarmerie so that they could catch them when they came. We didn’t go to the garden or the fields that day because it was raining, we just took care of the animals. A few days passed like that.
One evening my father left the house saying, “I’m going to the café.” Normally he didn’t stay very late, but this time we waited for him until 1 or 2 a.m. My mother said, “Go and see if your father is still there.” I didn’t like going out alone at night, because the dogs in the village get even more vicious at night. Even though I was nervous, I left the house and went to the café in the village square, but the lights were off.
Then someone called “Rüveyda!” from behind me. I looked but I didn’t recognize him, he was a man I had never seen before. “Your father went with his friends to the cave behind the village, I’m going there too, let’s go together. You won’t be scared.” You know how sometimes you have a mental eclipse, something like that happened. I couldn’t say “no” and I fell behind the man in the dark.
The man’s legs were a little limp. I saw the villagers in front of him, one of them had a flashlight and was shining it around. When he shone the light at me, it turned off. I picked up a little speed and kept walking in front of the man. When I got to the cave, I couldn’t see anyone. I called out, “Father!” But there was no one there, so I looked behind me. The man we had come with was gone, and I was alone on the mountainside in the dark.
Then I heard a voice, someone was saying, “Here he is.” I started running towards the sound, still calling out for my father. I went to where the sound was coming from. Again there was no one there, and suddenly I heard the sound of crows, and they started flying over me in flocks. Some of them swooped low and flew right past me.
Then a dog came from my left, growling ferociously. I looked to my left and saw only a pair of red eyes glowing in the dark. I started running without even looking back out of fear. As I ran towards the village, I could feel the dog running behind me. Finally, I reached the village. As I passed by the coffee house, I saw the owner of the coffee house turning off the lights and locking the door of the shop.
I hurried over to him and said, “Uncle Mehmet, this place was closed when I passed by. We went with a man to the back of the village. He said my father was there.” I was out of breath, so the man made me sit down. He brought me a glass of water from inside and made me drink it. When I came to my senses, I asked him where my father was. I had closed the café but I reopened it to do some math and your father left half an hour ago saying, ‘I’m going home while I close. “Okay, brother, good night,” I said and went home.
There were my father’s shoes in front of the door. Just as I was about to knock on the door, a voice came from the barn. I opened the barn door by the light of the moon. There was a rope around the goat’s throat and it was choking. I immediately tried to remove the rope, but I couldn’t. Somehow he had gotten it around his throat and tied it in a knot. I ran and knocked on the door and called my father. “Dad, come quick, the goat is dying!” I said.
My father rushed into the barn without even putting on his shoes. The goat was asleep and there was no rope around its throat. “Are you kidding me, my daughter?” he said. “No, dad, I swear there was a rope around its throat. He was dying, he was about to die. I swear to God.” I said, ‘Fine, fine.’ “Where were you until this hour?” he asked. “When you were late, my mom and I got worried. I went, and when I saw the coffee house was closed, I came back.”
I didn’t tell him because I was afraid he would get angry if I told him I had gone to the caves. Anyway, my father arrived a few minutes after I left. It was impossible for us to meet on the road. I went straight to bed and went straight to sleep. In the morning, somehow I couldn’t wake up for prayers and neither could my mother. When I got up for breakfast, I felt sick, my throat was sore and I couldn’t walk.
I told my father that I didn’t want to come to the garden and he went alone. When I went into the kitchen to cook lunch, there was a knock at the door. As soon as I opened the door, my father gave me the only slap I have ever received in my life. But he slapped me so hard that I ended up on the floor. “You bastard! Last night you left home and went to the cave with a man because you were looking for you. The villagers saw you, I was disgraced because of you, you made me bow my head to the ground. God damn you!” he said.
I forgot the pain of the slap, but what he said hit me like a sledgehammer. I went to my room, locked the door and started crying. They were arguing with my mother and the sound of their shouting reached my room. After a while the voices stopped and I heard the sound of the outer door closing hard. Soon there was a knock on the door of my room. “Your father is gone, my daughter, come on open the door. I believe you.”
I opened the door and hugged my mother. After crying in her bosom for a while, I was comforted by her advice and stopped crying. My father didn’t speak to me for a few weeks. He even continued to come home late at night.
There came a time when the sun stopped shining in our village. The sun that would illuminate the village was always blocked by a black cloud. When we went outside the village, the burning sun did not visit our village. Cows and goats that could break their ropes at night started to disappear, and those that could not break their ropes started to die on their own, for no reason.
The horses of some wealthy villagers who owned horses began to become wild and their manes began to braid like beliks. These events started to frighten the people. People were doing all their work during the day and shutting themselves in their homes at night. They would not even open their doors to their closest neighbors. In the meantime, my father apologized to me and we reconciled, but he still didn’t allow me to reveal myself, I was left as a dishonest person.
After the evening prayers, the congregation dispersed and rushed home, even closing the curtains. They didn’t even care about the animals roaming outside. One night, dogs attacked the hodja who was on his way to recite the Isha call to prayer, injuring him all over. After that day, even the Isha prayer was not recited in our village. Some of the doors of some houses were crossed out with something red and some had numbers written on them.
Our house also got its share of this. One morning, as my father and I were leaving the house to go to the garden, we saw a chicken in front of our door with its throat slit and its legs missing. My father took the dead chicken and threw it in the garbage after looking around for a while. As we put on our shoes and closed the door, we saw the number 11 written in red above our door.
My father could no longer tolerate such things. He called my mother and said, “Let me clean this door until I come back, otherwise I will break it.” He went to the garden. My mother and I tried hard, but we couldn’t get it off, we painted over it, but the paint we put on the number didn’t hold. When my father came home and saw the door like that, he wanted to break it down, but somehow we managed to convince him and close the subject without breaking it.
The curtain was closed in my room, and just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard children’s voices outside. It was impossible for the villagers to send their children outside at this hour. When I opened the curtain slightly, I saw my father near the house. There were other people with him. When I opened the window and called out to my father, he said, ‘Come, my daughter.’ I went straight out of the window, put on my shoes in front of the door and started walking with my father. ‘I have taken your sin, forgive me. Now I will go and make up for my mistake, my daughter.’
I had never been inside the cave before because my family was angry. When my father went inside and called me, I went in. It was not a very big cave, the door was narrow, but inside it was wide. My father sat down in the corner. For some reason it was bright inside, I could see every detail in the dim light. There were symbols carved into the stones, pictures of people running away from something. There were also dolls in scary shapes, napkins and cloths dangling from the ceiling on a rope.
My father was sitting in the corner, taking stones from the floor into his mouth, crushing them and swallowing them. I went up to him and said, ‘Dad, what are you doing, you’re going to break your tooth.’ He grinned slightly and said, ‘No, my daughter, these are the most natural things to eat. They are also good for my illness. I took the stones from his hand and threw them. I said, ‘Don’t be ridiculous, dad, can you eat stones?’ He said, ‘If you can’t eat them, then you can eat these.’ He took out a bag from his pocket. He tore the bag and spilled its contents on the ground. A chicken head, three chicken feet, balls of feathers, a big spider and insects came out of the bag.
My father began to eat them all in turn with appetite. As I watched in amazement, he handed me the hairy spider, saying, ‘Will you eat it, daughter?’ I said, ‘Let’s go, dad, you’re not well.’ He said, ‘I’m not coming, you go.’ As I grabbed my father’s arm and tried to lift him up, the cave suddenly started to shake. When the stones on the ceiling started to fall on us, I realized that we would be trapped underneath and tried to lift my father. I couldn’t move him.
When big stones started to fall in front of him, I threw myself out to save my life. The cave collapsed while my father was inside. I was crying and running with my last strength, saying, ‘My father is dead.’ When I came in front of our house, I entered through the open window and called my mother. My mother came out in a hurry. We informed a few people from the village.
When we arrived in front of the cave, it was still standing. ‘Oh my God, didn’t this cave just collapse?’ A light from inside its narrow door caught my eyes. My mother and the crowd with us were just waiting in front of the cave. Then I heard my father’s voice from inside, he was alive. I was happy. I said, ‘I’m going inside, mom, I’m going to get dad.’ My mom just looked at my face and didn’t react. When I went inside, the light suddenly disappeared and there was a big humming sound.”
“Dad!” I called out several times. My pained voice echoed through the cave. My father was not inside. Frightened, I went to the door again. When I came out, I saw dozens of dogs surrounding me, their eyes shining in the moonlight. Then I saw the crowd marching deeper into the forest with torches in their hands. I dodged the dogs and went after them. They stood in a circle around a well.
A sound echoed from inside the well. I put my head closer and looked inside, and suddenly dozens of crows came out of it. I pulled back in fear and tripped and fell to the ground. I stood up again, but when I looked around I saw no one. My mother and the villagers were gone. There were still noises coming from inside the well. As I passed by the cave, a light was reflecting from inside again. I ignored it and ran towards the village.
When I reached the village square, it was quiet. I didn’t know what time it was, and then the call to prayer began. But it was not the usual adhan. When I listened carefully, I realized that it started backwards and was being recited backwards. When the dogs in the neighborhood started howling and running around in a hurry, I took the opportunity to go home. I entered quietly through the open window, closed the window and drew the curtain. I threw myself on my bed and waited for my heart and body to recover from the trembling.
The call to prayer was ending and then it started to be recited backwards again and again. “It’s all over, it’s all over,” I told myself and left my room. I went through all the rooms but no one was home. I was scared, so I went back to my room and waited. Then another call to prayer began, but this time it was normal. I realized that it was the morning call to prayer, which I found peace in listening to. Near the end of the call to prayer, I heard footsteps coming from inside the house. I slowly opened my door and saw my mother standing there.
“Are you awake, my daughter? I came to wake you up for prayer,” she said. I was fighting with my brain not to lose my mind. “I’m awake, mom,” I said quietly. My mother went and did her ablution. I did the same and we prayed together. Just 5 minutes ago, the adhan was being called in reverse, and now the morning adhan was being called as if nothing had happened. I prayed for minutes. “O Allah, save me from this vortex,” I begged Allah.
I couldn’t tell him anything I had seen or experienced. My parents were standing by my side, safe and sound; the rest didn’t matter. Maybe I had a bad dream. I woke up from that dream when my mother led me to prayer. I stayed at home until noon. After the noon prayer, the villagers gathered together and held a meeting or something to get rid of the plague that was destroying the animals.
One of them said, “Let’s sacrifice a sacrifice, it will be a good deed and we will get rid of it.” Then Brother Nuri, the eldest child of a conservative family, came running to us. He put his hands on each other and lowered his body a little and said in a panic, “I am not well. They don’t want me to tell them, but I have to tell them.” He told me exactly what I had gone through last night, only he was in my place and his father was in my father’s place.
For a short while the villagers talked among themselves in whispers. Then someone else said the same thing. Then another… and another… and another… When all the young boys of the village had told the same thing, the hodja entered the conversation. In a stern and clear voice, he said, “They have taken over our village and want us to leave. There is one among us who has made them very angry. If he doesn’t expose himself and ask for forgiveness for his sin, worse things will happen to us. Let him appear before us at once, or else our children and grandchildren who have been born and will be born will be damned…” At that moment there was dead silence; no one said a word. As I looked around, wondering, “Who will stand up?” it was my father who stood up.
“I did it, Hodja. I wanted that treasure very much. They asked me for something in return, I said, ‘I can’t give it to them.’ I said, ‘Take my life, but don’t take her away from me.’ I said, ‘If I give you what you want, I’ll die anyway.’ They were angry at me for breaking the deal, but they were infected once. This happened months ago. And I took the blame, saying, ‘Let someone else take the blame. Because I knew these things would happen,” he said. And his eyes welled up. Again there was a great silence, but I understood that it was the calm before the storm.
My mother and I were looking at each other in astonishment and the headman broke the silence. “Get out of this village! You have disturbed the peace of our village. God damn you!” and with insults, curses and heavy swearing, they kicked us out of there. My mother and I were in tears; we were both ashamed and scared. No matter how much my father tried to explain his problems, no one looked at us. Even our neighbors, who were on good terms with my mother and me, looked at us as if they were going to kill us.
The next day we packed our belongings and left that village in shame. Later we learned that the curse in that village never ended. I still find myself in front of that cave in my dreams, in the barn next to our house. Every night I try to save the goat strangled with a rope.
Years passed. My father broke down a lot during those years, he went through a lot of bad things, but he didn’t tell us anything, he just asked for our forgiveness at every opportunity. Our financial situation never improved, my father was always left holding the bag. My mother started to get sick for no reason, it was possible to treat her, but absurdly the treatments didn’t work. The doctors were helpless too.
One night my father kicked me and my mother out of the house. ‘I need to be alone,’ he said. We didn’t want to go but he forced us out. There was fire in his eyes and he looked agitated. We had to leave and spent the night at my aunt’s house. She was not happy to take us in, but we had no choice. In the morning we returned home to find my father hanging himself in his bedroom.
Some time after my father died, my mother became bedridden. I was trying to keep the house running, trying to clean up the mess my father had made, and trying to keep my mother comfortable. This difficult process ended after my mother passed away. I no longer have dreams at night, I don’t even think about that village. I have new excitements in my head. I am married and the mother of two children.
Sometimes I wonder if my father gave my mother as a sacrifice. Maybe one day I will return to that village and solve this mystery. But first I have to tell my husband. The incident happened in the 1990s, I won’t give the name of the village and the exact date. I don’t want to start all over again. We had nothing and we made a fool of ourselves with the villagers. Sometimes I think, “At least my father should have found the treasure. At least there would have been something tangible”.
Important Information
Hi, my name is Sinan. I live in Turkey and I am a journalist who researches and publishes on paranormal topics. This story did not happen to me personally, but I have published it here with the permission of the person who lived the story. For this reason, I may not be privy to the specific details of the incident, and I may not be able to help you with your questions about the details. In the meantime, the real names of the people who told me the story and others mentioned in the story have not been used to protect their privacy.

After Al Jallad's recent discovery of Athtar Same, he made the conclusion that Allat was an epithet of IsthaAthtar, meaning it is more likely that Allat refers to an epithet rather than a name.(Possibly strengthening the Allah<=Al-Ilah/The God Argument).
Here is a parallel I noticed.

• Quran seems to Imply Allat, thus Athtar Same is believed to be a daughter of Allah, regardless of this was figurative or literal.
• In safaitic inscriptions Allat AND Athtar Same are both called "Bint(Daughter of) Rudhaw".(which was one of the reasons Al Jallad equated the two characters)
• Rudhaw is a moon God, Just like Nanna aka Sin of Mesopotamia. And guess what, Nanna is the father of Inanna Aka Isthar, thus Athtar Same.
• Isthar or Inanna is also called Daughter of Anu/An.

I was already thinking that Quranic Allah, who is somewhat derived from the Northwest Semitic High deity EL/IL, could be equated to An/Anu of Mesopotamia because of the parallels between Astarte and El and I also Heard that Ashera was sometimes seen as a consort of Anu.
But now with this current finding, I think we might have a stronger argument for what I mentioned in the previous sentence, that maybe Allah can also be connected to Anu.
And that there is this Triune parallel with Mesopotamia of Isthar.
Anu =(Father)> Isthar <(Father)=Nanna/Sin
Athtar Samaye <(Father)=Rudhaw
Allah=(Father> Allat<(Father)=Rudhaw
I'm new to this stuff, so I might be reaching, so I hope you guys correct my mistakes!
Edit: I’m not connecting rıdaw with Allah
edit 1.05.2024 :
I also want to note that The Pictograph that mentions Anu is the same as Tingir(Deity) and Ilu(deity).
Since Ilu is the earliest found root form of A1-L-h3/Ilah, Thus Allah, If it means the God, I thought it would be relevant.

I hope beautiful soul of God reading this is having a blissful and beautiful life experience. God, Bhagwan, Allah is the greatest
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Meet H: One of the most beautiful girls of all time. Took suffering for this creation and played a huge role in saving this world with works in Marseille 2022. The reincarnation of the Indian goddess, Radharani Maharani, Mary Magdalene and Aisha) wouldn't mind another meet atleast 😊
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Meet V (there's another V to follow maybe, but V in the context of this post): The Impossible creation, his gender identity doesn't matter. The most important being currently on this Planet. First met as Lucy in Marseille 2022. Then as a Dutchman, Robert in Marseille. That should say it all. The man responsible for the saving of this ENTIRE creation along with M and the other beings..The Myth the Legend The most intelligent Man on this planet Estimated Human IQ 610. Performer of the greatest instantaneous MIRACLE in HUMAN HISTORY, the disappearance of the moon (date to be confirmed) in 2022.
Would this already make a good story if made into one?
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I'm Christian but I thought I would do something where I showed important parallels between the Biblical and Quranic traditions when it comes to ethics and justice. I see this as important for a couple of reasons. One, the strictly polemical method of interaction between different different religious traditions is honestly boring and stale. It's fine to acknowledge areas of disagreement but when it just becomes a repetitive exercise in cultural or religious chauvinism against the other it's meaningless. Second, justice and ethics is of course something important. And the sacred texts of the Bible and Quran both see it as such. I thought I would try to focus on areas where both sacred texts see justice as being important.
Social justice for those on the Margins
Biblical tradition:

• "You shall not deprive a resident alien or an orphan of justice; you shall not take a widow's garment in pledge. Remember that you were a slave in Egypt and the the Lord your God redeemed you from there; therefore I command you to do this"(Deuteronomy 24:17-18)
• "Learn to do good; seek justice, rescue the oppressed, defend the orphan, plead for the widow"(Isaiah 1:17)
• "Thus says the Lord: Act with justice and righteousness, and deliver from the hand of the oppressor anyone who has been robbed. And do no wrong or violence to the alien, the orphan and the widow, nor shed innocent blood in this place"(Jeremiah 22:3)
• "The people of the land have practised extortion and committed robbery, they have oppressed the poor and needy, and have extorted from the alien without redress. And I have sought for anyone among the who would repair the wall and stand in the breach before me on behalf of the land, so that I would not destroy it; but I found no one. Therefore I have poured out my indignation upon them; I have consumed them with the fire of my wrath; I have returned their conduct upon their heads, says the Lord God"(Ezekiel 22:29-31)

Quranic tradition:

• "And recall when we took the covenant from the Children of Israel, enjoining upon them 'Do not worship except Allah and to the parents do good and to relatives, orphans and the needy. And speak to the people good words and establish prayer and give Zakat"(Surah Al Baqarah, chapter 2, Ayah 83)
• "A spring of which the righteous servants of Allah will drink; they will make it gush forth in force and abundance. They are those who fulfill their vows and fear a Day whose will will be widespread. And they give food in spite of love for it to the needy, the orphan and the captive"(Surah Al Insaan, chapter 76, Ayah 6-8)
• "And when relatives and orphans and the needy are present at the time of division, then provide for the something out of it[the estate] and speak to the words of appropriate kindness. And let those executors and guardians fear injustice as if they themselves had left weak offspring behind and feared for them. So let them fear Allah and speak words of appropriate justice. Indeed, those who devour the property of orphans unjustly are only consuming into their bellies fire. And they will be burned in a Blaze"(Surah Al Nisan, chapter 4 ayah 8-10)

Challenging the human sacrifice of their day
Biblical tradition:

• "Take care that you are not ensnared into imitating them, after they have been destroyed before you: do not inquiring concerning their gods, saying 'How did these nations worship their gods? I also want to do the same'. You must not do the same for the Lord your God, because every abhorrent thing that the Lord hates they have done for their gods. They would even burn their sons and their daughters in the fire for their gods"(Deuteronomy 12:30-31)
• "But they mingled with the nations and learned to do as they did. They served their idols, which became a snare to them. They sacrificed their sons and their daughters to the demons; they poured out innocent blood, the blood of their sons and daughters, whom they sacrificed to the idols of Canaan; and the land was polluted with blood. Thus they became unclean by their acts and prostituted themselves in their doings. Then the anger of the Lord was kindled against his people, and he abhorred his heritage"(Psalm 106:35-40)

Quranic tradition:

• "And likewise to many of the polytheists their partners have made to seem pleasing the killing of their children in order to bring about their destruction and to cover them with confusion in their religion"(Surah Al An'am, chapter 6 ayah 137)
• "When the souls are paired, and when the girl who was buried alive is asked for what sin she was killed, and when the pages are spread, and when the sky is stripped away, and when Hellfire is set ablaze, and when Paradise is brought near, a soul will then know what it has brought with it"(Surah At Takweer, chapter 81, ayah 7-14)

Empty religiousity vs moral character
Biblical tradition:

• "Has the Lord as great delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices, as in obedience to the voice of the Lord? Surely to obey is better than sacrifice, and to heed than the fat of rams"(1 Samuel 15:22)
• "What do me is the multitude of your sacrifices? says the Lord; I have had enough of burnt offerings of rams and the fat of fed beasts; I do not delight in the blood of bulls, or of the lambs or of goats. When you come to appear before me, who asked this from your hand? Trample my courts o more; bringing offerings is futile; incense is an abomination to me. New moon and sabbath and calling of convocation, I cannot endure solemn assemblies with iniquity. Your new moons and your appointed festivals my soul hates; they have become a burden to me, I am weary of bearing them. When you stretch out your hands I will hide my eyes from you; even though you make many prayers I will not listen; your hands are full of blood"(Isaiah 1:11-15)
• "'Why do we fast but you do not see? Why humble ourselves but you do not notice?' Look, you serve your own interest on your fast-day, and oppress all your workers. Look, you fast only to quarrel and to fight and to strike with a wicked fist. Such fasting as you do today will not make your voice heard on high. Is such the fast that I choose, a day to humble oneself? Is it to bow down the head like a bulrush, and to lie in sackloth and ashes? Will you call this a fast, a day acceptable to the Lord? Is not this the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of injustice, to undo the thongs of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free and to break every yoke?" (Isaiah 58:3-6)
• "For I desire loving kindness and not sacrifice, the knowledge of God rather than burnt offerings"(Hosea 6:6)

Quranic tradition:

• "Their meat will not reach Allah, nor will their blood, but what reaches him is piety from you. Thus have we subjected them to you that you may glorify Allah for that to which he has guided you; and give good tidings to the doers of good"(Surah Al Hajj, chapter 22, ayah 37)
• "When the hypocrites come to you O Muhammad, they say 'We testify that you are the Messenger of Allah'. And Allah knows that you are his messenger, and Allah testifies that the hypocrites are liars. They have taken their oaths as a cover, so they averted people from the way of Allah. Indeed it was evil that they were doing"(Surah Al Munafiqun, chapter 63, ayah 1-2)
• "O you have believed, do not invalidate your charities with reminders of it or injury as does one who spends his wealth only to be seen by the people and does not believe in Allah and the Last Day. His example is like that of a large smooth stone upon which is dust and is hit by a downpour that leaves it bare. They are unable to keep anything of what they have earned"(Surah Al Baqarah, chapter 2 ayah 264)

There is much more that could be said but these are examples of important crossovers in ethics and justice between the Biblical and Quranic traditions that I think is fruitful. And important not just in the times when these texts were written down but today, in a world where Jews, Christians and Muslims obviously live in society today and have to deal with questions of morality and justice.

Salām all,
There was a recent post with a long list of demands, I answer them here.
The post: https://www.reddit.com/Quraniyoon/s/TV3pn3avc0

What is the meaning of the muqatta'at?

There have been attempts to decipher the meaning(s) of the letters. See this book written by a Qur'an-aloner for instance.

What is being referred to in the first few verses of al-Nazi'at

Let's go through the start

وٱلنّزعت غرْقا
وٱلنّشطت نشطا

The first thing that we can identify is that these are oaths "by...", as that is one of the functions of the letter wāw.
The first verse:

By those who remove by drowning [violently]

The last word in the verse is gharq and this word is used at 10:90 to indicate drowning (objectively):

And We brought the children of Israel across the sea; and Pharaoh followed them with his forces in sectarian zealotry and enmity. When the drowning [al-gharaqu] had overtaken him, he said: “I believe there is no god save He in whom the children of Israel believe; and I am of those submitting.”

(10:90)
The form IV appears ~20 times in the Qur'an and consistently indicates drowning.
So there is an oath being made about those removing by drowning, from here there have been several interpretations advanced, Muhammad Asad's footnote demonstrates this well and I supply it:

The early commentators differ widely in their explanations of verses 1-5 of this surah. The most popular interpretation is based on the view that the descriptive participles an-nazi’at, an-nashitat, as-sabihat, as-sabiqat and al-mudabbirat refer to angels and their activities with regard to the souls of the dying: an interpretation categorically rejected by Abu Muslim al-Isfahani, who - as mentioned by Razi - points out that the angels are never referred to in the Qur’an in the female gender, as is the case in the above five participles, and that the present passage cannot be an exception. Almost equally unconvincing - because somewhat laboured - are the explanations which link those five participles to the souls of the dying, or to warriors engaged in holy war, or to war-mounts, and so forth. The clearest and simplest interpretation is that advanced by Qatadah (as quoted by Tabari and Baghawi) and Al-Hasan al-Basri (quoted by Baghawi and Razi), who maintain that what is meant in this passage are the stars - including the sun and the moon - and their movements in space: and this interpretation is fully in tune with many other passages in the Qur’an in which the harmony of those celestial bodies in their multiform orbits and graded speeds is cited as an evidence of God’s planning and creativeness. In accordance with this interpretation, the participle an-nazi’at occurring in the first verse denotes the daily “ascending” or “rising” of the stars, while their subsequent “setting” is indicated by the expression gharqan, which comprises the two concepts of “drowning” (i.e., disappearing) and, tropically, of the “completeness” of this daily phenomenon (Zamakhshari).

The fact that there is a difference of opinion goes directly against the goal that the OP is trying to show.
The second verse:

And those who draw forth by extracting [draw forth with drawing forth]!

The last word is nashita and this verse is the only instance of this roof in the Qur'an. However, it can be looked up in the lexicons, for instance:

He pulled out the bucket, (Ṣ, Ḳ,) or pulled it up, (TA,) from the well, (Ṣ, TA,) without a pulley. (Ṣ, Ḳ.) And hence, المَلَائِكَةُ تَنْشِطُ الأَرْوَاحَ † The angels draw forth the souls like as the bucket is drawn forth from the well: (Zj:) and تَنْشِطُ نَفْسَ المُؤْمِنِ بِقَبْضِهَا (Fr, L, Ḳ [in the CK تَقْبِضُها]) which means, (Ḳ,) accord. to Ibn-'Aráfeh, (TA,) † they loose the soul of the believer gently. (Ḳ, TA.)

Lanes lexicon, page 2857
So it's shown that drawing forth is the value (like drawing water from a well). At this point, one could speculate about what this oath is referring to, I'll provide multiple traditional translations (just to show conflict despite the OP claiming that the ahadith prevent this):

and those who gently release them

N. J. Dawood

and those that draw out violently

A. J. Arberry

and move [in their orbits] with steady motion

Muhammad Asad

By those (angels) who gently take out (the souls of the believers).

Hilali and Khan

and al-Mursalat?

وٱلمرسلت عرفا

Once again, an oath.

By those sent [emissaries] in succession [or "with benefit"],

Once again, interpretations are very much subjective, so this once again demonstrates that even the narrations don't clarify this. The final word 'urf also holds the meaning of benefit alongside the commonly understood consecutive/successfulness meaning - as noted in Lane's lexicon:

consecutively, like the [several portions of] the ʿurf [or mane] of the horse; or the meaning is[...] with beneficence or benefit.

Lanes Lexicon, page 2067
It's important to note that many verses in the Qur'an are ambiguous, especially those near the end, and these are mostly verses not related to necessary/crucial religious law.

What is ‘al-tāghiyah’ (69:5)

ṭāghiya is a tyrant, but the feature of the word is transgression of bounds, of overpowerment. See for instance:

وما كان لنا عليكم من سلطن بل كنتم قوما طغين
“And we had over you no authority. The truth is, you were people transgressing all bounds,

(37:30)
So for this specific verse we can say:

Then as for Thamūd: they were destroyed by the overpowering.

and 'al-rājifah' (79:6)

This is simple, rajafa in Arabic means to quake or to shiver or to convulse, and we see context throughout the Qur'an regarding this word:

فكذبوه فاخذتهم ٱلرجفة فاصبحوا فى دارهم جـثمين
Then they denied him, and the earthquake seized them, and morning found them lying prone in their home.

(29:37)

يوم ترجف ٱلارض وٱلجبال وكانت ٱلجبال كثيبا مهيلا
The day the earth and the mountains convulse and the mountains become a sliding sandhill.

(73:14)
Look up رجف in any dictionary, it's well documented. So we can say for this verse, along the lines of:

On the day the convulsion convulses

and 'al-rādifah' (79:7)?

تتبعها ٱلرّادفة
There will follow it the subsequent.

Check out lanes lexicon (p. 1074) and hans wehr (p. 388). It's well documented to mean succession/following. You can even see how related words are used in the Qur'an:

قل عسى ان يكون ردف لكم بعض ٱلذى تستعجلون
Say thou: “It may be that close behind you is some of what you would hasten.”

(27:72)
If you see the context, it's referring to the second (subsequent) convulsion in the end times.

What is ‘rujz’ (74:5)?

وٱلرّجز فٱهجر
And forsake thou [or "avoid thou"] defilement,

rujz is dirt/filth in Arabic (Hans Wehr p. 378). Not much to say about that, it's a known word. Here are some translations:

And uncleanliness avoid

Saheeh int.

And keep away from Ar-Rujz (the idols)!

Hilali and Khan

What is ‘al-nāqūr’ (74:8)?

Nāqūr is a wind instrument (pipes, trumpet, flute) in Arabic. For example, i could say:
"أعزف الموسيقى على النواقير المختلفة"
nawāqīr is the plural of nāqūr. This sentence means "I play music on different/various wind instruments". Well we know from other verses that it is referring to the trumpet, so:

Then when the Trumpet is sounded:

What is ‘ṣaʿūdā’ (74:17)?

I will burden him with a steep ascent.

Sa'ūdā is a steep ascent. See related words in verses:

اذ تصعدون ولا تلوۥن على احد وٱلرسول يدعوكم فى اخرىكم...
When you were ascending, and paying no heed to anyone, and the Messenger calling you from your rear...

(3:153)

فمن يرد ٱللـه ان يهديهۥ يشرح صدرهۥ للاسلـم ومن يرد ان يضله يجعل صدره ضيقا حرجا كانما يصعد فى ٱلسماء كذلك يجعل ٱللـه ٱلرجس على ٱلذين لا يومنون
And whom God wills to guide, He expands his breast towards submission; and whom He wills to lead astray, He makes his breast constricted, distressed, as if he were ascending into the sky; thus does God appoint abomination for those who do not believe.

(6:125)
Mentioned as a "steep hill" in Hans Wehr page 601, makes perfect sense within the verse context.

What is ‘rahīnah’ (74:38)?

In this case, rahīnah is a hostage, but pledge is implied. The verse:

Every soul is in pledge for what it earned

So the soul itself is the ransom price for the deeds it did. What confirms this is the usage of the root in this verse:

And if you are on a journey, and find not a writer, then: a pledge in hand (I.e. mortgaging). But if one of you trusts another, then let him who is trusted discharge his trust, and let him be in prudent fear of God, his Lord. And conceal not the witness; and he who conceals it, his heart is sinful; and God knows what you do.

(2:283)
Looking up the word in Hans Wehr we see values such as "pledge", "security (i.e. deposit)", "hostage", "mortgage". This word still holds this meaning formally: https://ar.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B1%D9%87%D9%8A%D9%86%D8%A9

What is ‘saqar’ (74:26, 54:48)?,

It's a proper noun, a name for hell; it's described here:

And what will convey to thee what Saqar is? It spares not and leaves not, Scorching mortal man. Over it are nineteen;

(74:27-30)

What is ‘qaswarah’ (74:51)?

Qaswarah is one of the many words for "lion"/wild cat in Arabic. Looking at the etymology, the word is likely to be a borrowing from an Ethiopian language, compare Hobyót ḳaṣ̂áwrət, the plural of ḳáyṣ̂ər (“leopard”).
This meaning makes sense in context:

Then what ails them that they, from the reminder, turn away As if they were startled donkeys Fleeing from a lion?

(74:49-51)

What is ‘awalaw’ (2:170)?

Awalaw (أوَلَو) means "even though". It's made up of three parts:
First, الهمزة همزة استفهام, this is the interrogative alif hamza prefixed to the start (أ). Then, الواو زائدة, which acts as a supplementary particle (و). And finally, حرف مصدري, which is the subordinating conjunction (لَو).
In the verse:

And when it is said to them: “Follow what God has sent down,” they say: “Nay, we will follow that upon which we found our fathers,” — even though their fathers did not reason, nor were they guided?

‎What is ‘hikmah’ (2:151)?

This is more subjective. I advise running a search on the subreddit and you'll find some posts about it with various opinions.

>Why does Allah use kāna when describing himself; إن اللە كان عليما حكيما? Doesn’t that mean he is no longer ʿālim and hakim?

You seem to believe that kāna can only indicate the past tense? This is a weak understanding of the Arabic language. It's also used for a timeless tense. E.g. "The moon orbits the Earth", "orbits" here is not just talking the present, it's talking about a general truth; the same with the past tense, it can express a general truth.
Also see this verse:

يَـأُخت هرون ما كان أبوك ٱمرأ سوء وما كانت أمّك بغيّا
“O sister of Aaron: thy father was not an evil man, and thy mother was not unchaste.”

(19:28)
Here kāna is used as "indeed", like إنَّ. Because she was greeted with accusations of adultery after coming back with Isa.

In addition to casting horrible slanders to Mary and Jesus, this sub also lack careful contemplating on Quran verses. Some of you seriously expect "E=mc^2" like formulas when understanding certain verses, despite meaning is actually given. (Also, it is a fact that, just because square of two equals to four is not written openly in Quran as a sentence, does not mean that Quran does not involve it. Quran involves it, but it is buried within verses.)
In 3:55, God says:
"(And remember) when Allah said: O Jesus! Lo! I am gathering thee and causing thee to ascend unto Me, and am cleansing thee of those who disbelieve and am setting those who follow thee above those who disbelieve until the Day of Resurrection. Then unto Me ye will (all) return, and I shall judge between you as to that wherein ye used to differ."
God clearly says followers of Jesus will be elevated above of disbelievers until The Day of Resurrection. That is an interesting description, as because it does not only say "in the day of resurrection" but says "until day of resurrection" (most translations are similar on that matter) In my opinion, that is a sign of Jesus' second coming as Messiah, and the conflict and war between his followers and disbelievers in the apocalyptic days.
Furthermore:
"Every one of the People of the Book will definitely believe in him before his death.1 And on the Day of Judgment Jesus will be a witness against them." 4:159
If you took the notice, this verse again is beyond of covering the past time periods.
In Gospels:
"Matthew 24:23-31 23 Then if anyone says to you, ‘Behold, here is the [s]Christ,’ or ‘He is over here,’ do not believe him. 24 For false christs and false prophets will arise and will provide great [t]signs and wonders, so as to mislead, if possible, even the [u]elect. 25 Behold, I have told you in advance. 26 So if they say to you, ‘Behold, He is in the wilderness,’ do not go out; or, ‘Behold, He is in the inner rooms,’ do not believe them. 27 For just as the lightning comes from the east and flashes as far as the west, so will the coming of the Son of Man [v]be. 28 Wherever the corpse is, there the [w]vultures will gather. 29 “But immediately after the tribulation of those days the sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light, and the stars will fall from the sky, and the powers of the heavens will be shaken. 30 And then the sign of the Son of Man will appear in the sky, and then all the tribes of the earth will mourn, and they will see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of the sky with power and great glory. 31 And He will send forth His angels with a great trumpet blast, and they will gather together His [x]elect from the four winds, from one end of the sky to the other."
1 Corinthians 15:20–26 20 But in fact Christ has been raised from the dead, the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep. 21 For as by a man came death, by a man has come also the resurrection of the dead. 22 For as in Adam all die, so also in Christ shall all be made alive. 23 But each in his own order: Christ the firstfruits, then at his coming those who belong to Christ. 24 Then comes the end, when he delivers the kingdom to God the Father after destroying every rule and every authority and power. 25 For he must reign until he has put all his enemies under his feet. 26 The last enemy to be destroyed is death.
Revelation 19:11–16 11 Then I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse! The one sitting on it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he judges and makes war. 12 His eyes are like a flame of fire, and on his head are many diadems, and he has a name written that no one knows but himself. 13 He is clothed in a robe dipped in blood, and the name by which he is called is The Word of God. 14 And the armies of heaven, arrayed in fine linen, white and pure, were following him on white horses. 15 From his mouth comes a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations, and he will rule them with a rod of iron. He will tread the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty. 16 On his robe and on his thigh he has a name written, King of kings and Lord of lords.

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I know, I know, it sounds totally ridiculous. But before you dismiss me there's a few things you ought to know. If you're like me then I know what you want and I'm going to give that to you! Stick with me...there's some major truth drops on the way. Let's begin...
1. 9/11 AND NEW YEARS DAY: AN ASTROTHEOLOGICAL TALE
Did you know that the ancient Egyptian New Year began on September 11th on the Gregorian calendar? Their calendar was based around the movements of Sirius, the dog star, and it is the calendar from which the Julian and Gregorian calendars developed:
https://www.egypttoday.com/Article/4/107766/Egyptians-celebrate-new-Egyptian-year-on-September-11
Todays Christian Coptic Calendar is the same as the Egyptian calendar and continues to mark 9/11 as New Years Day. It is for this reason that Ethiopia officially recognise September 11th as their New Years Day, which they celebrate with the festival of Enkutatash. More on the significance of this in a moment, but first it's time for some very basic but very important astrotheology...
The Egyptians based their entire mythology of Isis, Osiris and Horus around the movements of Sirius. The priests noticed that each year Sirius (Isis) followed Orion (Osiris) below the horizon (the underworld) for a period of seventy days. When Sirius finally reappeared in the East at dawn, birthing the Sun (Horus) and resurrecting Orion (Osiris), it signalled the annual flooding of the Nile which was critical to the agricultural cycle that culminated with the harvest season. The date this was first observed was September 11th and it became the first ever New Years Day.
As above, they say, so below. As the star of Isis/Columbia returned to the heavens on 9/11, holding aloft the torch of illumination which lit her path through the underworld, her tears of grief over Orion (Osiris) and the release of her birthing waters as she delivered the Sun (Horus) were seen to cause the Nile river to rise, which occurred annually when the star of Isis reappeared. The rising waters of Isis bursting forth from the Nile fertilised the land and allowed for a successful harvest. This was seen as an example of Divine Providence, the continual upholding of cosmic order on the part of the creator. This is why Plutarch describes Sirius as the 'chief watcher in the heavens' in his work Isis and Osiris. Think of Sirius Black, who takes the form of a dog and watches over Harry Potter after returning from Azkaban (the underworld) before descending between two pillars once again into the pits of Hades.
The role of Sirius in bringing the flood on 9/11 is explicitly shown on the 17th card of the tarot called The Star. Arthur Waite, co-creator of the Ryder-Waite tarot deck, tells us that the 17th card represents 'Sirius, the dog star. Fantastically called the Star of the Magi.' Now can you see the meaning behind the Teardrop Memorial, known as the Tear of Grief, that was donated by the Russians in the wake of the 2001 attacks? Note how the tear for Osiris appears to fall into the Hudson river through the vaginal crevice that simultaneously birthed Horus. Cry me a river indeed:
https://images.app.goo.gl/NVDULuPsLujg45Sy6
When the Nile burst its banks with the arrival of the Virgin and her Sun King, lilies grew in the waterways. This is why lilies have since been a symbol of royal authority and the divine right of Kings. Lilies topped the pillars of Solomon and lilies were said to grow in Jesus’s tomb when he rose. The Merovingians, associated by some with the Jesus bloodline, popularised the use of the lily as a symbol of divine kingship with the fleur-de-lis. Think of the Buddha, another royal figure, who sat upon a lotus (interchangeable with the lily brought forth by the appearance of Sirius) under the light of the glittering morning star. It is the star of illumination which helped him shatter the forces of maya to naught.This is why in Da Vincis Annunciation of Mary he shows Gabriel to the West (the Moon) handing a lily to Mary (Sirius) in the East, symbolically announcing that her waters will break and she will birth a divine child (the Sun).
As I have said, today's Coptic and Ethiopian calendars are the same as the Egyptian calendar and they continue to mark 9/11 as New Years Day. This is because Ethiopia, like Egypt, is also situated upon the Nile. In a parody of Isis returning from her search for Osiris and birthing Horus, Ethiopian tradition holds that September 11th is the day when the Queen of Sheba returned from her trip to Solomon and birthed their child Menelik, who provided the legitimacy by which the Solomonic Dynasty ruled Ethiopia from the 1300s until 1975 when Haille Selassie was deposed:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enkutatash
In 2008, a team of archaeologists from the University of Hamburg concluded a long investigation into the Queen of Shebas Palace in Ethiopia and the whereabouts of the Ark of the Covenant. In concluding their investigation, they commented that a 'cult worshipping Sirius' developed in Ethiopia with the arrival of Judaism. They truly are the Sun/Lion Kings:
https://ethiopianreview.com/content/2463
So we now know that today's September 11th was the first ever New Years Day and it rightly continues to be marked as New Years Day by communities across North Africa who stay loyal to the original Egyptian calendar. And it was all because of Sirius, that great star of Isis, who rose in the East birthing her child Horus and resurrecting her consort Osiris. But what has all this got to do with September 11th, 2001 really? If we were to completely disregard all the intriguing themes that surround the day, could we not say it's just a calendrical coincidence, a one in 365 chance?
2. SEPTEMBER 11TH 2001: HAPPY NEW MILLENNIUM!
Well, it's curious really, because on the day of September 11th 2001 only one animal died in the rescue effort. It was a dog. And his name, as chance would have it, was Sirius:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Sirius-hero-dog-9-11/dp/1494879077
As if it couldn't get any weirder, it does. Because precisely one year before this, Sirius the hero dog was visited by none other than U.S. President Bill Clinton, on 9/11/2000:
https://www.tailsofhopefoundation.org/sirius-courage-award/lt-lim-sirius-and-bill-clinton/
Remember the 17th card of the tarot called The Star? The one Arthur Waite told us represents 'Sirius, the dog star'? Well, Sirius the hero dog of 9/11 wore PAPD card number 17 round his neck when on duty. As I shall show in future posts, it is no coincidence that Freemasonry was officially founded in 1717. Did Jesus not catch 153 fish? If you add the numbers 1 to 17 together, do you not get 153? Making 153, a triangular number, the 17th triangular number. But, as the Bible tells us over and again, Jesus the 'bright and morning star' was the 'chief cornerstone (capstone) the builders rejected.'
In the Matrix, Neo's passport expires on September 11th, 2001. Keanu Reeves wanted to use music from his band in the film. His band is called Dog Star. I've written much on elite Sirius worship in other posts. It appears as though this really was some kind of sick New Years celebration with Messianic connotations. And here we get to the crux of it all:
Anyone who bothers to look at it knows that the world celebrated the millennium a year too early! It's an incontrovertible fact. There was no 0 AD. Therefore, the first day of the new millennium according to the Gregorian Calendar was January 1st 2001. This article on the Scientific American proves the point:
https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/when-is-the-beginning-of/
Arthur C. Clarke, who wrote 2001: A Space Oddyssey, noted this much in a rant against the world for marking the wrong year:
https://www.cbc.ca/amp/1.182138
And so, if September 11th is New Years Day according to the calendar from which all other calendars developed, and if 2001 was the true new millenium, then September 11th 2001 was the actual beginning of the new millennium. It is certainly the case for the Coptic Orthodox calendar which rightly continues to mark 9/11 as it's New Years Day. Perhaps this is why the monolithic Millennium Hilton Hotel, resembling the monolithic pillar of Wisdom in Kubrick’s film, was the most conspicious building to stand defiantly in the wake of the destruction wrought by our fanatical overlords.
For anyone who wants to see how this ties in to my worldview, check out my post Beyond the Rothschilds: Who Really Rules the World and Why
For more information on Sirius, see my post Sirius the God Star Unveiled.
But that's it for now. Follow my page if youre interested in hearing more. And thank you so much for sticking with me to the end. Until next time!
Oh, I nearly forgot...if you think we don't continue to commemorate Sirius every New Years Eve on todays calendar, you'd be quite mistaken:
https://earthsky.org/astronomy-essentials/star-sirius-torchbearer-of-the-new-yea
'For it is he, Allah, who is the Lord of Sirius, that mighty star worshipped by the pagans' - Quran 53:49 (The Star Chapter)

Making this list for those who love etymologies like I do. Sorted by governorate population size:

• Cairo: There seems to be a lot of opinions about this. One of them is that when the caliph el Moez l-Din Allah reached Cairo from Mahdia in Tunisia, he called it "Qahirat el Moez," meaning the "Conqueror of Moez." Another one is that it was named after Mars, which was called "al Nagm el Qahir" or "Conquering Star" at the time, as it was visible in the sky on the day it was founded. Lastly, it could be related to the old Egyptian name for it, which was "khere-ohre," meaning "place of combat" in reference to a battle between the gods Seth and Horus that happened here. The western "Cairo/Caire" comes from Italian, as that's how they interpreted it.
  
• Giza: Exact etymology unknown, but there are some theories. One is from the Egyptian "r-gs-ḥr," meaning "on the side of the high one" in reference to the Great Pyramid. Another is from the Persian "dizz," meaning castle or fortress, again referring to the pyramids. It could also be from the Syriac "gissa," meaning "side," also probably referring to the side of the Khufu pyramid.
  
• Sharqia: Meaning "eastern," probably referring to it lying east of the Nile delta? Couldn't find anything on it. Its capital is Zagazig, whose name can be traced back to the Coptic ϫⲉⲕϫⲓⲕ (pronounced tsek-tsik), meaning a small insect like an ant.
  
• Dakahlia: From an old town called Dakahla, which is actually in Damietta. That name comes from the Coptic Ⲧⲕⲉϩⲗⲓ, pronounced Tkehli, meaning shrine. Its capital, Mansoura, meaning "victorious," refers to the victory against Louis IX of France during the crusades.
  
• Beheira: Mohafzet el Beheira, or governorate of the lake, probably referring to Lake Edku. I couldn't find where Edku gets its name from, but it was called Tajo in old Egyptian. The capital Damanhour gets its name from the Coptic ⲡϯⲙⲓⲛ̀ϩⲱⲣ (p-Timinhor), from the ancient Egyptian p-dmi-n-Hr-w or temai en Heru, meaning "settlement of Horus." In Aramaic, it was called Temenkhour.
  
• Minya: From Coptic, which was ⲧⲙⲱⲛⲏ (Thmone) in Bohairic and ⲧⲙⲟⲟⲛⲉ (Tmoone) in Sahidic. This is related to the ancient Greek μονή (monee), meaning "station" or "stopping place." It could also come from the ancient Egyptian mn-ꜥt-ḫwfw or Men'at Khufu, meaning "the nursing city of Khufu."
  
• Alyubia: From the ancient Greek name Καλλιόπη (Calliope), referring to the goddess of poetry and music. Its capital, Banha, is named after the Coptic ⲡⲁⲛⲁϩⲟ (Banaho), from the old Egyptian per-neha, meaning "house of sycamore."
  
• Sohag: From the village of Suhay. Etymology unknown.
  
• Alexandria: Obvious one, but it was named Ἀλεξάνδρεια (Alexandreia) by Alexander the Great, who specifically founded the city to bear his name. Well done, Alexander.
  
• Gharbia: The Western governorate, probably referring to its location as well. Its capital, Tanta, comes from the Coptic ⲧⲁⲛⲧⲁⲑⲟ (Tantatho). Etymology unknown, but it could be from the Demotic ṯntjn.t, which I don't know what it means or how to pronounce it. The other big city, El Mahalla el Kobra, means "the big district," which might be a translation of the Coptic ϯϣⲁⲓⲣⲓ (ti-Shairi), meaning "residence" or "encampment."
  
• Asyut: Directly from the old Egyptian name Zawty, which turned into Seyawt in late Egyptian, then to ⲥⲓⲟⲟⲩⲧ (Siout) in Coptic, meaning "guardian." An A was added to ⲥⲓⲟⲟⲩⲧ to make it Asiout.
  
• Monufia: From the Coptic ⲡⲁⲛⲟⲩϥ (Panouf), from the ancient Egyptian pꜣ-jw-nfr, meaning "the good island." Possibly related to the Egyptian pr-Jnpw (House of Anubis), then the p/b eventually turned to an f.
  
• Fayoum: From the Coptic Ⲫⲓⲟⲙ, Ⲡⲉⲓⲟⲙ, and Ⲡⲁⲓⲟⲙ, all roughly pronounced Fiom, Peyom, and Payom, from the late Egyptian pꜣ-ym, meaning "the lake" or "the sea," referring to the nearby Lake Moeris.
  
• Kafr esh-Sheikh: "Village of the sheikh/chief" after Sheikh Talha el Tilmisani. Previously called el Fuadiya, afte King Fuad I. Its older names are derived from Coptic but are now obsolete.
  
• Qena: Possibly from the ancient Greek Καινή (Kaine), meaning "new city," which was named during the Hellenic Ptolemy dynasty.
  
• Beni Suef: The current name is a corruption of the old name Manfiswayh, which comes from the Coptic phrase ⲡ-ⲙⲁ-ⲛ-... (p-ma-n-..., the place of ...). It's unknown what this refers to.
  
• Damietta: From the Coptic ⲧⲁⲙⲓⲁϯ (Tamiati), likely from the old Egyptian dmj-t, meaning port or town.
  
• Aswan: From the Coptic Ⲥⲟⲩⲁⲛ (Souan), from the ancient Egyptian Swenett. The ancient name was written using symbols that mean "trade" or "market."
  
• Ismailia: Named after Khedive Ismail Pasha.
  
• Luxor: From the Arabic Al-Oksor, meaning the palaces. Possibly a translation of the Coptic ⲡϣⲟⲙⲧ ⲛ̀ⲕⲁⲥⲧⲣⲟⲛ (pshomt enkastron), meaning "three castles." The original Coptic name, ⲡⲁⲡⲉ (Pape), can be traced back to a Demotic Ỉp.t, meaning the adyton. It's all got to do with massive structures.
  
• Suez: From the Arabic sous, relating to liquorice.
  
• Port Said: Another obvious one. The Europeans named it after the French word port and Said Pasha, the ruler of Egypt at the time.
  
• Matrouh: I couldn't find anything on this.
  
• (North and South) Sinai: From the Biblical Mount Sinai, which is believed to be in the Sinai peninsula. The name possibly comes from the Mesopotamian word Sin, referring to the moon god, who is also related to the Egyptian moon god Thoth, who was worshipped in Sinai in ancient times. There are many other theories on the origin of the name, you can read them here#Etymology_and_other_names). The capital of North Sinai, El Arish, is a possible Arabisation of the Greek Αριζα (Ariza), which used to be its name, or it could be related to the Arabic word 'arsh (hut), as it used to be a new settlement of huts. Some people also connect it to the Coptic name ϣⲱⲣⲡⲟ (Shorpo). Meanwhile, the capital of South Sinai is et-Tor, but its etymology is unknown.
  
• Red Sea: This one is obvious. The Red Sea possibly gets its name from the tint of the cyanobacteria and other life forms that live in it. Its capital is Hurghada, which comes from the Arabic name of a native tree called ghardaq.
  
• New Valley: I remember reading that it got its name in the Mubarak era when they planned on carrying out new agricultural products in the largest governorate of the country. Fun fact, the New Valley alone makes up about half of Egypt's size, and is comparable in size to Iraq. Anyways, its capital is the Kharga Oasis, which probably gets its name from the translation of the ancient Greek name Εσωτερο (Esotero), meaning "outer."
  

Disclaimer: I do not speak Korean. This is purely translated by machine with a lot of cleanup afterward. With that in mind, I am open to criticism to improve these translations. Enjoy!
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Chapter 347
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The subterranean cells of the Sichuan Tang Family were shrouded in darkness and humidity with an eerie chill permeating the air.
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This ambiance seemed fitting, given the countless souls that had perished within these walls.
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"Would you like something to drink?"
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The old man offering a battered gourd was like the grim reaper.
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I pondered the number of lives this small, stooped figure had claimed before responding.
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"I'm fine."
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"Suit yourself."
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Gulp, gulp.
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After a hearty swig from his gourd, the old man dabbed his mouth with his ragged sleeve, marked with what looked ominously like bloodstains.
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"Ah, that's good."
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A strong scent of alcohol mingled with the smell of blood wafting through the corridor.
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Drinking on the job? In the Jin Family of Taiyuan, this would warrant a severe reprimand, but it seems like the rules don't apply in the underground prison of the Tang Family of Sichuan.
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"I've heard you're quite the figure in Murim."
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It was clear whom he was referring to. Cheong Pung and Tang Sa-Mun had disappeared hours ago, and the Divine Doctor and Mun-Kyung were busy turning the cellblock into a makeshift clinic.
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I reluctantly answered.
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"I'm not all that remarkable."
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"That's not what I've heard. Being a successor of the Fire King, you could even pee on the signboard of one of the Nine Great Sects, so they say."
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His grin, showcasing decayed teeth, was unsettling.
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"The one who did such a deed is locked up here."
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"What kind of deed are you talking about?"
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"The one who peed on the signboard of one of the Nine Great Sects. It was the Kunlun Sect, if I recall correctly."
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"…Truly, all sorts of people are here."
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"Heh heh. He was once recognized as a Demon Head of the Demonic Cult, but he’s now just bound and constantly leaking blood and filth. You must have seen him on your way here?"
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"I guess so."
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Navigating the Tang Family's dungeon felt like traversing a labyrinth, its corridors twisted and filled with cells. From what I witnessed upon entry, it housed numerous inmates.
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'That guy who peed on the Kunlun Sect's signboard must be one of those prisoners.'
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They were paying the price for their misdeeds, and not a trace of sympathy arose in me.
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No, it would be more accurate to say I had no time to care about such things.
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'I didn’t expect to feel this nervous.'
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Ever since I stepped into the shadowy confines of the Sichuan Tang Family's dungeon, an unsettling feeling has clung to me.
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It reminded me of the anxious anticipation I felt years ago as I awaited news from the surgery room where my mother was.
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'Everything will be okay. It has to be.'
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While whispering reassurances to myself, the heavy door to the dungeon swung open, releasing a stream of servants laden with cleaning supplies into the corridor.
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To the last person emerging, I inquired,
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"Is it finished?"
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With a reassuring smile, the Divine Doctor confirmed.
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In just a few hours, the gloomy cell had been converted into a makeshift yet serviceable medical chamber.
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"It's not yet up to satisfactory levels, but it's somewhat presentable now."
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"Then..."
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"Yes. It's time to begin."
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Finally, all preparations were completed.
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The various medicines created from twenty-four types of herbs mined from the Frozen Tundra had already been brought in. With the medical chamber prepared, only one step remained.
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"Thank you all for your hard work. Could you please step aside for a moment?"
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Heeding my request, the Tang Family's personnel, including the old man with his gourd, stepped back. I waited for the space to clear before delving into my pocket.
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'Inventory open, summon.'
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A hard object filled my previously empty hand. For safety reasons, I had been holding onto the Ring of All Poisons, which I now handed over to the Divine Doctor.
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With the ring now on his finger, the Divine Doctor motioned towards the interior of the cell.
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"Could you bring the patient over?"
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I maneuvered the stretcher forward, revealing a barely breathing figure.
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"Over here."
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I stepped into the prison, holding Jeok Cheon-Gang. The floor was clean, but there was still a lingering stench.
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But that didn't matter. I could only focus on how light Jeok Cheon-Gang felt.
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'He's gotten much weaker.'
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It had been about a month and a half since we left the Murim Alliance of Hanam for this journey.
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I found the Divine Doctor much faster than expected for the treatment, but Jeok Cheon-Gang was growing weaker by the day.
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Sigh.
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Gently, I laid him on a white, smooth stone in the center of the room.
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This Cold Ice Stone, gifted by Tang Sa-Dok, was chosen by the Divine Doctor as a crucial element for Jeok Cheon-Gang's recovery.
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"He's sleeping peacefully."
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Jeok Cheon-Gang's features, though emaciated, radiated tranquility as he lay before me.
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I gazed intently at his face which was marked by wrinkles and age spots.
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I was transported back to our first encounter.
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'What an interesting fellow.' [Note: manhwa chapter 114.]
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'The more I see you, the more strange I find you. Where did you say you were from?' [Note: manhwa chapter 115.]
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I vividly remembered the cantankerous old man I had met at Jang Tae-Bo's house a year ago.
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'This inn has gotten too old... The rain's leaking through the roof.' [Note: manhwa chapter 118.]
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I remembered a mentor mourning his inability to protect his pupil, blaming the fully intact roof while shedding tears of regret.
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'If you kill him, you'll die too.' [Note: manhwa chapter 127.]
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'I entrusted the Divine Object of the Scorching Clan to him.' [Note: manhwa chapter 128.]
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'I'll teach you all that I know!' [Note: manhwa chapter 149.]
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From Shanxi to Henan, from Henan to Anhui, and the year spent at Mount Jiuhua. I remembered every moment we spent together.
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Jeok Cheon-Gang had led me out of the Jin Family of Taiyuan, and I followed him into the vast world. We were always together.
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'How was it, just as this old man said?'
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'What are you talking about?'
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'The Ghostly Dance of the Fire God. Wasn’t it spectacular?' [Note: all three lines are from manhwa chapter 179.]
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His expression, tinged with a gentle smile amidst bouts of coughing blood, remains vivid in my mind.
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And under the glow of a full moon, he spoke, masking his sincerity with casual words.
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'Master? What Master? Just call me Grandfater.' [Note: this is from manhwa chapter 132. Although not directly shown in the manhwa, this is probably something from the novel that was skipped.]
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"Grandfather."
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I know that even if I call out, he won't answer.
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I don't call out because I hope he will hear, but because there are words I wish to say.
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"You know what?"
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How could I possibly know, you brat!
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A chuckle escaped me as I heard his voice on the chilly breeze. I gripped Jeok Cheon-Gang's wrinkled hand tightly and whispered.
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"I always wanted to call you Master." [Note: the MC is technically not the Fire King's disciple. The Fire King is in the MC's debt for taking care of Jo-Pil for him (manhwa chapter 119). So the Fire King is teaching him as a repayment for that debt, and is very adamant that the MC is not his disciple. Fire King, AKA Tsundere King.]
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Somewhere along our journey, it became clear to me.
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He had become my Master, and I, his disciple.
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In our hearts, we both secretly valued this sacred bond.
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"Young Master Jin. The time has come."
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Heeding the Divine Doctor's call, I diverted my attention from Jeok Cheon-Gang's face.
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With a composed expression, I respectfully performed a bow towards the elderly physician and his young disciple.
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"Please take good care of my Master."
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Their acknowledgments came through equivalent gestures of commitment.
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"I will do my utmost."
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"I, too, will do everything in my power to assist Master."
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Their assurances were all the solace I needed. Now was the time to trust in their skills and in fate itself.
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We have done everything that humans can do, so all that is left is to leave it to the Heaven.
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God, Buddha, Allah, or the Jade Emperor.
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'Whoever it may be, if you help just this once, I will never forget it.'
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Though I do not believe in gods, I do believe there is an omnipotent being above us.
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In a moment of silent supplication to this undefined power, the Divine Doctor's grave tone broke through.
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"Remember, fifteen days. No one should approach until then."
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What if it takes longer than fifteen days?
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I repressed the question, choosing instead to place my faith in their capabilities. I vowed to the three of them:
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"I will protect him with my life, no matter who may come for us."
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"Is that all?"
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The scrutiny in the middle-aged man's gaze was unyielding as it fell upon the figure before him.
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Contorted limbs and stripped flesh — the sight was ghastly. The victim's voice was as thin as a whisper.
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"Yes, I've told you all I know..."
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"Isn't the most crucial part missing?"
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"I don't know. I really don't."
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Blood-stained tears escaped the solitary eye he had left, and his blood-soaked garments were now also stained with urine.
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With a voice shaking from terror, he pleaded.
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"Just kill me now, please..."
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The middle-aged man, observing the dimming light in the man's eyes, tutted in acknowledgment.
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"It seems you're telling the truth."
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The man had endured unimaginable torture for half a day.
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The man's plea for death, rather than life, underscored his honesty.
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Until now, no one had ever lied in front of the middle-aged man.
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Except for one person: the Poison King Tang Sa-Mun.
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"Your half-day's worth of spirit, I've seen it well. Now, you may rest."
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Swish, thud!
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With a swift motion, the life of the man, once a diligent operative within the Tang Family's Green Shadow Squad, was claimed by a mere flick, granting him a tranquil demise.
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The middle-aged figure observed the lifeless form below, then gestured grandly.
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Bang!
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A loud noise followed, and a pit one jang deep appeared.
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Subsequently, the bodies of five others that were scattered around were stacked neatly in the pit. The task of concealing them beneath the earth was accomplished in mere moments.
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"The Green Shadow Squad... they're like flies."
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He spoke softly, his gaze piercing through the mountainous terrain towards the west, in the direction of the stronghold of the Tang Family of Sichuan.
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'I should have killed Tang Sa-Dok when I first found him.'
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That oversight had proven costly. The Poison King's defiance was more robust than anticipated, leading to a prolonged battle to neutralize the poison and resulting in the loss of his arm.
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Against lesser factions like the Emei or Qingcheng Sects, such a disadvantage might be inconsequential. However, the fortified and vigilant Tang Family posed a significant challenge. Now, diminished by his injury, a solo assault seemed foolhardy.
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'However, it only extends their lifeline by a few more days. The outcome will not change.'
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The machinations within Sichuan, encompassing the Emei Sect, Qingcheng Sect, and Tang Family, were already under his surveillance.
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The strategy to eliminate the three tigers lurking within Sichuan was set.
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It was now time to summon the hunters.
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Swoosh!
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The middle-aged man moved as if gliding, with each step erasing vast distances.
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Finally, his steps halted at a cliff deep within the mountains.
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"This is the place."
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He approached the cliff and, with a deliberate touch, initiated a remarkable transformation.
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Wooong.
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With a resonating echo, the cliff crumbled away.
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No, it was more accurate to say that space itself twisted. Weathered stones and rocks vanished, revealing an open cavity that had been concealed.
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'The sorcery of the Qi Entrance Array is always astonishing to behold.'
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Yet, what he was about to undertake dwarfed such feats in comparison.
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Crunch, crunch, crunch.
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Advancing into the chamber's heart, where arcane symbols were inscribed, he positioned himself at the epicenter, ready to harness his profound energy.
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As the eerie, dark crimson haze enveloped him and touched the arcane symbols, he shouted,
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"Long live the Heavenly Lord!"
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Fwoosh!
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With the middle-aged man's cry, the pattern lit up. A black brilliance that was both dark and bright filled the cavern, indescribable in its essence.
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Then, as the light receded, the cavern was filled with a resonating declaration.
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"We greet the Western Heavenly Demon Lord!"
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"We greet the Demon Lord!"
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Arrayed before him were hundreds of elite warriors, their presence defined by indifferent gazes and lethal intent, all uniformly garbed in somber black robes.
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Observing them, the lips of the middle-aged man, now revealed as the Western Heavenly Demon Lord, curved into a subtle smile, acknowledging the assembly of his formidable tiger hunters.

QS. al-Baqarah [2]: 163
The Jews said, "We worship Uzair the son of Allah." The Christians say, "We worship the Messiah, son of Mary." The Magi said, "We worship the sun and the moon." The Polytheists say, "We worship idols." So Allah said, "Your God is Allah Almighty (Almighty One). There is no God but Him." So, there is only one person who is called God, namely Allah Ta'ala.

Excerpt from Umar Palanpuri (rah)’s speeches.
We were travelling in an airplane. My neighboring passenger was an atheist. We became acquainted and started conversing. Initially he used to worship idols but later on became an atheist.
He asked me ” I want to ask you something”.
I said “sure”.
He asked “in this world there are millions of people who believe in God, Muslims, Hindus, Christians, Jews but it amazes me that no one has seen God so how do they accept God? What I cannot see how can I accept? Forgive me but I have asked several monks but they were not able pacify my concerns. Talking to you perhaps you can help me understand that God we are not able to see how can we accept Him?”
He was a doctor as well, obtained degree from Tokyo and he was travelling back to his country. I said “ok, without seeing, millions of people across the world accept millions of things. Even in those countries where atheism has spread there are millions of people who accept millions of things without seeing.”
He said “forget millions, just show me one or two” without seeing they accept something.
I said “one condition; what is accepted without seeing is based on signs. Without signs they will not be accepted. A person sees something and accepts it. When will he accept without seeing? Even though he is not able to see the thing, he is able (to acknowledge it) by seeing its signs.” He started to think deeply on this.
I told him “nothing to worry let me explain. Your intellect and my intellect. Are you able to see this? No you cannot see it. All the passengers on this airplane are you able to see any of their intellect? Have you ever seen in your life any human’s intellect? Tell me do you accept intellect exists or not?”
He said ” I accept”.
I said “You don’t accept blindly. Rather you accept it based on inference. You say I possess intellect. Because I am exhibiting signs of possessing intellect. And what is that sign? That man doesn’t speak incoherently. He works properly. And if he doesn’t possess intellect. Then he doesn’t speak coherently, throws stones at you, curses (without reason). Thus, you accepted the ‘intellect’ based on its signs. You didn’t accept it by seeing it.”
He said “yes that’s there”. So without seeing you accept it but you accepted it by seeing its signs.
I said ” another example there is soul inside of you and there is soul inside of me. Have you seen this soul? When you are operating on someone (hospital) you cannot visually see the soul? But he is alive. You accept there is a soul without seeing. You acknowledged it via its signs. And what is that sign? In a man his eyes see, ears can hear, tongue speaks, hands can hold, feet can walk. These are signs (he is alive and possesses a soul). From this you infer that he is alive. Insects don’t come to sleeping snake but to dead snake they do. Vulture doesn’t eat a sleeping man, but to dead body it does. Both me and you (doctor) accept there is soul. So do insects and vultures acknowledge (there is soul) even though they cannot see it. Rather we accept (soul exists) through its signs.”
He was receptive to this so did several other passengers sitting in the airplane. So I have shown two things: intellect and soul. Without seeing you accept them but you accept them based on their signs.
I said “take third example as well. In a jungle, if you see a house right away in your mind you will think this house was not self created. Rather this house must have a builder. Have you seen this builder?”
He said “No”.
I said “Do you accept there is builder without seeing him?”
He said ” I accept”.
I said “But you cannot indicate whether builder is black or white, tall or short. But you would have to concede that this house has builder. This ‘house’ is a sign of that it has a builder. Three examples have been given. Taken another fourth one. I accept you are a doctor. I have not seen you attending college. I have not seen your certificate. But I still accept you as doctor. Why? Because you have signs within you that indicate you are doctor. You attend ill patients, their health improves from this I ascertain that you are doctor. This is a sign. I will give fifth example after this I am not going to give sixth example as there are millions of these. I will give you fifth example that even an illiterate will accept.”
He said “what is that?”
I said “In a desert a camel passed by, a Bedouin didn’t visually see a camel walking by but saw its droppings and imprints of its foot. Does Bedouin without seeing the camel acknowledge there is a camel or not?”
He said “Yes he will acknowledge”.
I said “without seeing, an illiterate man acknowledges (there is camel) by seeing its droppings. Doctor you are educated so are millions out there but they don’t even know this much that the large sky, land, moon, sun, unclean drops of semen through which this huge man comes into existence, small seed which give rise to large trees, on these trees fruits grow, there is juice in these fruits. All of these are not signs that there is creator (behind them). Through its dropping you understand there is a camel but you don’t understand through heavens and earth there is a creator! This creator is who we call Allah and we believe in Him without seeing Him rather (believe in Him) through his signs.”