The intellect of two thousand asses cannot bring forth a single man's thought.
Why should I ask the wise men: Whence is my beginning? I am busy with the thought: Where will be my end?
But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is the long nights of the grave.
Islam is itself destiny and will not suffer destiny.
It is absolutely certain that God does exist.
God is not a dead equation!