A Letter to Langkawi

God created everything. The books say it took him six days. I believe in that too. But don't you think that's kind of slow? God said be, and it was... six days later? 

God has created us all by his order. A human woman gestates for nine months, other animals take their time. 3 months to 24, be it a cat or an elephant. 

Slow still for God, though.

What' up with the creation thing? The only way I can answer that is by saying that God does not work on a baby for 9 months to create him. It took a fraction of time to say BE!, which created mother nature, the laws of physics and natural sciences. He decreed all in the universe to unfold as he created it at its own pace. The sun blew up, the planets rotated. The first set-up might have taken 6 days to complete, the rest of creation is still under way.

That's my belief too. 

This universe is not passive, its active. It creates and destroys.

He. God; She, I mean is not passive. The nature of his decree to unfold demands time. The creator of a domino topple knows what the final image will be like because he saw it before it unfolded. But the nature of how dominoes work demands him that there be a time gap between him toppling the first domino to the last one toppling and showing the whole image. And that's the moment in the history of creation when I saw you outside that gate, sitting on a bench that the creator had created months ago so I could sit there when I see you. Outside a school built years ago of a movement started decades ago in a city built centuries ago so that in that fraction of a second SHE who created it all could finally bend down and whisper in my ear:

YE KAINAAT ABHI NA-TAMAAM HAI SHAYAD 

KEH DAMADAM AA RAHI HAI SADA-E KUN FAYAKOON!

This universe is perhaps yet incomplete

For the sound of be and it is, is still coming forth!

I remember an image of the past. 

I live the intensity of the present. 

I believe in Her who saw the future before the last domino topples and it is for that faith and love in Her that I'll let Her make me wait and see how she set it all up over a couple trillion of years. 

In a story with no end. Which doesn't end with me loving you, or marrying you, or having your children, or growing old together, or dying together, or spending eternity in the heavens above, or becoming one in essence with HER. This is an eternal story written before there were pens.

And in the beginning was God, and the pen...

Time is too subjective for those who have grown outside it.

I Love You.

Rana Amaar Faaruq

Thursday, 13th March 2008

Hong Kong