The Being Called God

The Being Called God long poem

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Who is this being called God?
That many lives are continually lost in his name
Wars, riots, quarrels, discriminations all for his sake
Is that what he created man for?
Of course not I believe. Not to hate, fight and kill
But rather, to worship, I believe.
How then is man to worship?
The concept of this being called God is multifarious
Too many beings deified, confusions and disbelief grow
To some; he is one, some; three, some; dozens of millions
While some say none, others say all is God.

Who then is this being called God?
Is he the creator? Or also created?
How do I know of his existence?
Can I see, hear, smell, feel, taste or touch him?
Should I believe my prayers go to him?
Did he claim to be the being called God?

Rationally, I believe there should be a God
As a computer to its inventor, So is man to God.
We can’t spring out of nothing and end in nothing,
It’s obviously illogical to think that way.
Every creation is created for a reason.
I sought to know who created me and why.
But that, also, with a condition. That;
God should be what man is not and can’t be
Not what man can make, see, hear or touch.
Not who has a history, form or life like man.
Not who affects or gets affected, dies or lives again,
But should be eternal, ever living and unmanly.
Should prove his worth; to have created
Man and whatever exists that isn’t created by man.
Should claim divinity in the true sense
Not in myth or stories but in his real words.
Only then is he worth my worship and believe.

In my sincere struggle of finding and know him,
Matching answers I saw in the 112th chapter of the Quran
And it reads:
“Say: He, Allah, is one.
Allah is the eternal (upon whom all depend).
He begets not nor is he begotten;
And none is comparable to him.”
So, Allah is the being called God!

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