From a Particle to a Human

"Read in the name of your GOD who created. It created man from a clinging clot."

At first, it was unclear what I was. I had a strange form—perhaps I was just a tiny particle… Then I turned into a cell. I multiplied, multiplied, and multiplied... I waited for the soul to whom I would belong in this world. Finally, I was united with the human soul I had been assigned to serve. We sent news of our presence to my mother through a heartbeat. There was a commotion outside. Thankfully, the place I was in was peaceful. It was dark, but warm and pure. Everything was considered—nourishment, cleanliness, space to move my little feet… The One who thought of all this was, of course, my GOD. So, who am I? I am a body, sent merely because GOD willed it—sent to serve a being under test.

The person I was assigned to serve was also pure in the beginning. I had thought, "How harmonious we are!" We both loved our GOD the most, constantly mentioning It. Over time, that person began to desire reunion with their mother too, but for me, nothing mattered more than my GOD.

Weeks passed like this, then months. The person I was entrusted to and I grew together—until I began to feel cramped. Although the place they called “the world” scared me, it seemed the time had come to leave. Then the day arrived—my mother's contractions pushed me downward, and at some point, I had to make a move. With a twist of my neck, we opened our eyes to the world. I was frightened by the people I saw, but not the soul I was assigned to. That soul seemed eager to embrace its mother, to cling to her breast. As for me—I screamed and cried, as if I wanted to go back. It was the first moment I felt distant from the soul I was meant to serve. Everyone except my mother frightened me.

Most of them seemed like people who had drifted far from their GOD.

Fortunately, the one I was assigned to was still pure and innocent. They called him "baby." I was in my mother's arms, and I was given a drink called “milk,” clean and nourishing. I just had to stretch my neck to suckle. My movements became freer. Cleanliness wasn’t like in the womb—I needed my mother’s help now. To be cleaned, I made certain motions or cried. In fact, I moved more than before. I cried sometimes to be cleaned or fed.

Days passed, and I grew. I grew enough to forget the adventures I had in my mother’s womb. From holding up my neck, sitting, crawling, and walking—I eventually learned to run. Then my actions evolved—like kissing my mother’s cheek when she was sad. Or gently stroking the head of a younger child. There was always movement, as if I had to manifest some kind of action. And up until this point, my GOD was pleased with these actions… And I was happy too.

But as I grew, my movements became centered on how to acquire worldly gains. I became a person who consumed everything without thought—ate, drank, dressed—without considering whether it harmed this body. Was I not entrusted to that person? We were so different now. The one I was entrusted to had turned into a cruel master. I felt like a stranger—longing to return to where I came from. I approached certain people unwillingly, simply because the soul I was serving desired it. Even though there were things my GOD had forbidden, I had promised Him: I would do whatever He said until the test was over. Even if my heart bled, even if the one I served did everything to fail, I would remain silent.

That tiny particle had now fully turned into a human.

A human who forgets, argues, rushes, oppresses, and is ungrateful...

With my entire being—my heart, lungs, limbs, eyes—I was to carry out his wishes until the end of the test. Though he became more ungrateful and tyrannical, there was nothing I could do. Even if he used up this entire body for his worldly desires, I had to endure—because ALLAH had commanded it. My body weakened from the careless things he consumed. My muscles wore down from inactivity. None of it mattered—but I had promised my GOD…

Perhaps the one I was entrusted to would one day realize, regret, and long to draw near to his GOD again. Then maybe, we would restore this body. Maybe not as pure as the first day, but still clean enough. Because when I return to my GOD, I don’t want to be in this state. I had received this body pure from Him.

For now, I was simply waiting to be consumed. Every day, one of my organs tried to send a signal that it was nearing its end—but he didn’t notice. I gave him pain, caused wounds, made his belly swell—but he didn’t care. He didn’t hear, see, or feel me anymore. He was so consumed by the world that he couldn’t hear me. And so, a few of myorgans were taken away because of this. And I waited—patiently…

I only hoped…

Hoped that one day, he would choose to return to the life my GOD desired. And just like in our infancy, I could once again send messages for actions that pleased my GOD…

I hoped that maybe—before the test ended—he would return to his GOD…

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