
I sometimes hunt for blog posts about Islam, but - all too often - come across those of the Islamophobic variety. But this ayah and its similitude refreshes me. Islam sprouted 1400 years ago, grew strong, and now stands tall like a tree: like the enormous Banyan in Asia, like the strong and enduring Oak in Europe, like the tall (and stately) palm-trees in the Middle East, like the Giant Sequoia in the U.S. And like John Muir beholding the Sequoia ("Do behold the King Sequoia! Behold! Behold! seems all I can say."), we Muslims do indeed look upon Islam with wonder and delight. And the Unbelievers can only sputter helplessly, raging at us, hoping blindly that their vain desires will come true.
Sputter on, Unbelievers, for all the good it will do you! Your words, filled with hate, will only come to be used as evidence against you in the Hereafter, insha'allah. And in the meantime, your thoughts are only like an unpleasant odor, lingering for a moment before being swept away by the fresh air of Islam.
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