The Uncreated Question
A query echoes, sharp and bright,
“If God made all, who sparked His light?”
Atheism’s banner, unfurled with pride,
A challenge posed, where truths reside.
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But dig beneath, the surface gleams,
A tangled web of human schemes.
For causality, a worldly chain,
Binds rocks and trees, through sun and rain.
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Contingent beings, born of need,
On other forces plant their seed.
But Necessary Existence stands alone,
A self-sufficient, timeless throne.
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“Allah is the First,” the verses say,
“The Last, the Seen, in hidden way.”
No temporal chains His being bind,
No prior cause His essence defined.
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Infinite regress, a logical snare,
Each cause demanding one to bear
Its own beginning, stretching far,
An endless line, a cosmic scar.
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Aristotle knew, a First Cause must reside,
Unmoved, uncaused, where all things ride.
In Islam’s heart, that truth takes hold,
Allah, the origin, brave and bold.
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The ontological whispers low,
A perfect God, His being must flow.
Necessarily real, beyond all chance,
No creator needed, in His vast expanse.
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Time, a river, with banks defined,
Began with bang, for humankind.
But Allah dwells where moments cease,
Eternal Being, finding endless peace.
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“The First, the Last,” beyond compare,
No “before” or “after” lingers there.
To ask of cause is to misread,
His timeless essence, word and deed.
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The atheist’s query, turned around,
Demands an origin, on earthly ground,
For universe itself, a mighty sprawl,
Yet offers no first answer at all.
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Special pleading, a subtle art,
A cause for God, tears faith apart,
But universe adrift, a causeless thing?
A gaping void, no answers bring.
Science probes the cosmic dawn,
Big Bang’s echo, newly born.
Time’s fragile start, a point so small,
Where physics falters, laws enthrall.
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But “why” remains, a deeper plea,
Beyond equations, wild and free.
The Uncaused Cause, a whispered name,
Beyond the reach of earthly flame.
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Divine simplicity, a truth profound,
No parts to gather, nowhere bound.
His essence whole, a unified might,
No cosmic builder, in endless flight.
Transcendence vast, beyond our ken,
Immanence close, among all men.
Not bound by making, yet ever near,
Dispelling doubts, calming all fear.
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Creation ex nihilo, a word takes flight,
“Be!” and the cosmos filled with light.
No prior crafting, no shaping hand,
Just sovereign will, across the land.
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Non-physical Being, beyond our sight,
No earthly measure, dark or bright.
“Naught is like Him,” the verses ring,
To ask of cause, no wisdom bring.
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Intellectual humility, a lesson learned,
Our minds finite, truths discerned
In fragments only, glimpses small,
The Creator’s nature, beyond our call.
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Language falters, words take strain,
To grasp the Infinite, we try in vain.
Finite structures, cannot contain,
The boundless Source, through sun and rain.
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Al-Ghani, the Self-Sufficient One,
On no creation’s thread He’s spun.
All depend on His enduring grace,
He stands alone, in timeless space.
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Infinite regress, a broken track,
No starting point, no turning back.
A Necessary Being, logic cries,
Where endless chains finally rise.
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Science whispers, limits known,
Empirical reach, on seeds we’ve sown.
Metaphysics calls, to realms unseen,
Where cause and origin convene.
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Theological truth, a steady guide,
A created God, His power denied.
Infinity shrinks, eternity fades,
If a prior maker His being pervades.
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Sufi mystics, hearts aflame,
Beyond all concepts, speak His name.
Incomprehensible, vast, and deep,
Where human logic falls asleep.
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Time’s own fabric, He did weave,
Outside its currents, He does believe
In timeless being, evermore,
No “before” His presence to explore.
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So let the question fade and cease,
A flawed inquiry, lacking peace.
For God, in essence, stands alone,
The Uncreated, on His timeless throne.