World Blog by humble servant. Believers Steadfastness
The Plea of the Humble In the quiet corners of the past, there was a group. They didn't have titles, and they didn't seek the spotlight. Their voices were a soft, rhythmic pulse in the chaos of the world, whispering: "Our Lord, we have believed, so forgive us and shower us with mercy..." They spoke to the Most Merciful with a vulnerability that the world mistook for weakness. They were the ones who saw the divine in the mundane, the ones whose hearts stayed tethered to a promise they couldn't yet see. The Echo of Mockery But then, the atmosphere shifts. The air grows cold with the memory of laughter—not the kind that brings joy, but the sharp, jagged laughter of ridicule. The Mockery: You saw their devotion and called it a delusion. The Distraction: You were so busy crafting insults and pointing fingers that the Creator became a distant thought, then a forgotten one. The Loss: In your obsession with their "foolishness," you let your own soul slip...