I Wonder About Allah. Ozkan Oze

MIND

      HAPPINESS

      LOVE

      THOUGHTS

      You know what all these are, right?

      But, you haven’t seen any of them with your eyes. Therefore, we don’t always have to see everything.

      Just because we can’t see something, doesn’t mean it’s not there.

      Although we can’t see Allah, we know He is our Creator and we believe in Him.

      We don’t have to see Allah to believe in Him!

      We don’t have to see Allah to believe in Him. Let me try to explain this to you with an example.

      Come on, let’s go to an art gallery. Look at the beautiful paintings by artists.

      There’s a huge canvas on that wall! The canvas is covered with daisies, with gold hearts adorning a little hillside.

      Above the hill is a blue sky covered with clouds as white as the daisies.

      What’s more, there are brown birds flying in the sky. So many birds…

      And, in the distance, a lush green forest…

      Now, I’m going to ask you some questions. You’re going to find some of the questions absurd. But still, you should answer them!

      “Isn’t this a beautiful painting?”

      “Oh it is!”

      “Who made this painting?”

      “An artist of course.”

      “Did you see the artist?”

      “No!”

      “Then how do you know an artist made it?”

      “Because there’s no other way! I know because only an artist could have made such a painting.”

      “But you didn’t see the artist!”

      “But I’ve seen the painting. I have seen the daisies, the sky, the brown birds and the clouds! It’s impossible for these things to occur on their own.”

      “Alright, if the paints and paint brushes lay there on the table for a while, could they decide to make a painting one day? And couldn’t they do it once they made their decision?”

      “You said your questions were going to be a little absurd, but I wasn’t expecting this much. Never mind a painting, a single brush stroke wouldn’t come about in this way.”

      “Are you sure?”

      “I’m pretty confident. There needs to be an artist for such a painting to be made.”

      “But the artist isn’t around. Could they be on the painting somewhere?”

      “Is that possible? What would the artist be doing in the painting? The artist would be outside the painting.”

      “What about the paint and brushes? Could the artist be one of them?”

      “You’re being silly. Even if the brushes and paints lay there for millions of years, they couldn’t think of making a painting like this.”

      “Why?”

      “Because they don’t have the brains! Because they don’t have the ability! Because they aren’t alive!”

      “Those are great answers.”

      Come on, let’s get out of the gallery now.

      Now we are at the bottom of a little hill.

      Look at this place! We’re surrounded by daisies. The sky is so blue. And the blue sky is covered with white clouds. Clouds as white as daisies! And look at those birds tweeting, look how happy they are as they fly.

      “Doesn’t this place look a lot like the painting we just saw?”

      “Yes, but this is more beautiful. Everything here is so vibrant.”

      “Do you think this scene is more beautiful than its painting?”

      “Of course this scene is better.”

      “Well, if it’s not possible for that painting to occur on its own, is it possible for this scene to come into existence on its own?”

      “Of course not, it was created by…”

      “Wait! Don’t answer yet.”

      Now, look around you carefully! Don’t say anything for a while and listen to me.

      Come, let’s look closer; let’s observe the golden-centred daisies more closely. Let’s count their leaves. Let’s look at their colours. Look how well the yellow and the white go together.

      And what about the green grass? What a beautiful spring carpet.

      Look, there are bees dancing on some of the flowers.

      Hardworking ants are running from branch to branch.

      Take a deep breath! Isn’t that a nice scent?

      And what about that bright poppy?

      Where else can you find such a colour?

      How about that butterfly’s wings? Look! Look closely! But don’t touch. It’s so delicate…

      Let’s lie on our backs, on the flowery carpet and watch the sky.

      The sky, the blue sky!

      The clouds, as white as daisies!

      The swallows flying over us and the storks with their broad wings.