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15/01/17 (oeiginally posted on Fb on 13/01/17)

The Human

By Munir Chowdhury

A bizarre aithiest story .. astagfirillah. But there r some good points which will make u understand the latent potential in every human 2b a prophetic person or 2b an anti humanity evil. In Islam we say niyah influences amol (this is where alllah plays a role) n accordingly we get the aspired results. But he is Almighty n can override out intentions. If so, then y give human beings the conscious n declare them as the greatest amongst all his creations? How will he b fair in deciding jannah n jahannam.

In case of extreme transgressors n evils he does intervene 2 save the innocents as we hav seen in the case of fera-oun n many others arrogant n recalcitrant rulers/ nations.As for reincarnation it is after kiyamah for the final judgement in hasr. Otherwise, except transformation of humans in2 animals during their lifetimes as punishments for the 1s who didn’t obey allahs repeated orders can b found but  no reincarnations. So basically being Florence nightangle or hitler is up2 an individual’s choice n dedication/ hatred. That is y we c so many ruthless leaders in the old, past n near past history who attempted 2 kill humanity, started the process but were humiliatingly stopped by of course Allah n those who were in the ground were his soldiers most of the times non Muslims 2 save the humanitys final day of destruction up2 the day Allah has decided it 2b n only under his order.

The Egg

By: Andy Weir 

You were on your way home when lyou died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

The video is an ayah from the Qur’an (last slide) highlighting allahs order 2 malaikas (angels) n humans 2 send salam n respect 2 prophet mohammad saw.

I dedicate this writing 2 the salvation of the souls of 4 persons in this family who loved me most dearly n died untimely. My cousin nizam (age 55), amma, another Friday death b4 last friday my aunt (bapi’s brother’s wife), sister in law (another cousins wife, possibly 60).

Published by Munir

Salam. Ex country treasurer of Citibank, NA. Not a full time blogger but a reflector of life and truth. I only write that is true, humane and within the decency limits mentioned in the Quran and Hadids (seometimes violated for the sake of upholding decency by exposing nudity, indecency & pornos which are being made cheaply, widely and indiscreamenently available to all). Well let me elaborate a little more why I have mashallah taken up writing. Just start reading my blogs and soon inshallah (Allah willing) you will learn something u won't regret. You will understand what I am trying is to eradicate the ignorance - mostly imposed by the western govts to mislead us, mostly Muslims. Why? In order to inflict prejudice and hatred in your mind. That creates opportunity for them to falsify the truth against Muslims and their religion Islam. They don't care for u bcoz these r mostly some power loving, wisdomless, wreckless, irresponsible, evil worshiping bigots, power hungry liars. There is another aspect of my life that I, from time to time, share evidences with the public my unfortunate job related exposure to the modern times largest, most sophisticated, merciless, non muslim religious fundamentalists terrorists plots under the protection and sympathy of their governments. These two combinedly are the caues for 9/11 and after that many more major terrorists acts throughout the world. They generally use sorcery to set these terrorist acts in special venues, with underlying days/ dates and occasions so that apparently Muslims are doubted and blamed. Purpose is to create hatred against the last and only true religion left in the world, Islam. I will inshallah, although under most evil ways used to design through complex, difficult, intimidating and hostile situations surrounding me, continue on with my efforts to share the evidences and expose the hypocrits and lying crook perpetrators till they are brought to justice. Truth inshallah will come out sooner rather than later and the unholy bizness of generally portraying muslims as terrorists will stop once and for all. Munir Chowdhury My Bio: http://wp.me/P631px-n8 https://www.blogger.com/profile/06605542118879859294 PS: I have been advised by my well wishers that all machine readable infos on my passport were in the interim linked to the so called terrorists database. So that in any foreign port I enter, instead of trump, netaneyahu, modi and boris the poven criminals (even knowingly, the presses and government attorneys offices of these countries, which are probably bought with their illegally earned mega monies, are not investigating them). So that instead I can be falsely charged and taken away being probably the only living and willing witness of these barbaric beasts, can never be traced again. These four with the listed bankers wherever traced should be grabbed by their forlocks to face justice in front of the world that they want to destroy. My website: https://www.munirchowdhury.blog

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