Muhammad Jalloh

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Proving God’s Existence

April 13th, 2009 · No Comments

Does God exist? Do we just have to believe that He exists or can we really prove His existence without resorting to dogma?

Of course, His existence is very much provable.

Look at the millions of stars and ask yourself who created them.

Look at the size of the universe, how many billions of years traveling at the speed of light it will take and ask yourself who would have created such a thing.

Look at our own planet, how everything seem to work seamlessly together, how snow only occurs in Winter, it is sunny in Summer, cool in Spring and plants flower and fade at the same times of the year every year.

Look at how the babies of lions look exactly like lions, how the babies of cows are exactly cows and don’t look like lions and how and why people look like their parents. Now ask yourself, is there no Intelligent Creator and Designer behind all this perfection?

Now look at yourself, how smart you are? You made the computers you are typing on, made the phones to help you talk to and hear people thousands of miles away without delaying a split second.

Why do members of your own race and the races of humans all have their noses growing between their eyes and mouths? Why do you all have seven days in a week? Why is it that you can always tell a male from a female no matter the tone of their skins, the texture of their hairs, the color of their eyes, the shapes of their noses or where and how they live?

Why do we all have the signatures of our lineage (our DNA) eternally embedded in our beings, never to be tampered with? Why is the biometrics of each one of us unique among billions of other people and hundreds of others out there who may look exactly like us?

Yet all you need to do all these is simply to ‘think’ with your brain. But the brain is just a sandwich of flesh, bones and blood to be consumed by maggots when you are just six feet below where you used to walk, talk and run on.

So, wherein lies your own intelligence. And where does the intelligence of great men go to when they suddenly ‘die’?

What makes us live, love, fear, hate and think intelligently?

Isn’t there some Power behind our own powers? Isn’t there a Creative Designer behind our own beautiful creation? Isn’t there some Source of Knowledge that we all seem to tap from for our existence and survival?

Who taught the ants to work in harmony, gather food for the ‘rainy day’ and procreate and pass on the same values to their own offspring since the beginning of time and till the end of time?

Who taught the bee its perfect geometry and gave it its sense of taste and freedom of choice to choose the flowers of its liking? Does the bee know that it has created the most perfect syrup (honey) for humanity’s ailments, yet unrivalled by the medical breakthroughs of thousands of years?

Who taught the tigers how to hunt for meat and the zebras which leaves and grasses to eat and the poisonous ones to avoid?

Who made all these possible?

Chance or Nature? If either Chance or Nature is so intelligent, then why don’t you just call it God, the Intelligent Creator and not deny Him?

Evolution? Then why did we suddenly stop evolving? Why aren’t the monkeys and apes in my jungle growing less hair, walking more upright and start thinking of weaving their own fabrics?

Why are the worms no longer interested in becoming lizards and the lizards in becoming crocodiles?

Why is man no longer producing new human species? Maybe people who can develop gills and live in the water? (‘Homo Fishiens’) Or people who would grow wings and fly in the air? (‘Homo Aviatus’)

If you can’t find any other possible answer, then why don’t you just acknowledge that Somebody, Some Power, Some Intelligent Designer is indeed behind the existence of the brilliant human race and the intelligent members of the creation, whether they are birds of the air, fish of the sea or humans conquering all three elements with their ‘superior smartitude’ ?

If you can’t come up with an all-inclusive name for Him, just call Him what names already exist!

Call Him God, Elohim, Atnatu or simply Allah, ‘the Only One worthy of Adoration’

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Coram Deo: God, Godliness and Man in Judaism, Christianity and Islam

July 1st, 2008 · No Comments

Coram Deo: God, Godliness and Man in Judaism, Christianity and Islam

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The Homecoming

July 1st, 2008 · 2 Comments

When I shall reach dear Lengeren,
Stony eyes shall cease to be barren,
Oh lofty fence of ancestral glory,
Knowing no bounds or kinly boundary.

Those huts of honor and goodness,
Embodiments of milk of human kindness,
The dignified wise and elderly one,
Is full of joy to see a cherished man.

A perfect mirror of his sonly features,
The album of his beloved’s pictures,
Unrestrained smiles on joyful faces,
Welcome the grandson and relieve the stresses.

A moment of joy and great re-union,
A moment of peace in the heart’s dominion,
“So the pigeon’s chick knows its way,
To its ancestral nest after a long stay.

Today thou art my precious toy,
Forever to love, cherish and enjoy,”
Cool silent tears of long separation and love,
Flowed in appreciation of the blessing from above.

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Dead Man’s Counsel

April 4th, 2008 · No Comments

On his deathbed the elderly one did lay,
Awaiting the gatekeeper to open the exit of his long stay,
Up he looked but saw no day,
And summoned the chick that he did lay.

“Son, dear son, hearken to my words,
Thy most invaluable inheritance of it all,”
“All ears I am, dear father,” the lad mutters,
“Where hidest thou the treasure eluding the hunters?”

“In a treasure chest they lay hid,
Royally secured with a fleshy and bony lid,
In it lay the lost secrets of old,
And abundantly buried the purest of gold”

In the ageless scrolls are written,
Do not but once be bitten,
Once is a lesson and twice a curse,
Crush the serpent’s head before it takes its course.

Speak to thy beloved and listen to thy foes,
A foolish friend’s counsel beware,
In the rival’s words lay the essence of wisdom,
The facts of life and the keys to thy kingdom.

Thou art thy dearest friend,
Thou art thy most envious enemy,
In thy head lies the treasure of life,
And in thy bosom its poison and strife.”

And thus saying he breathed his last,
Leaving behind the treasures of future and past,
“Hearken to my words dear foolish one,
In them lay the treasures of every man.”

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Silver Spring

February 10th, 2008 · No Comments

A silver white spring flows among the trees,

A place of picnic for the busy bees,

“Give me drink” , I said

To soothe my thirst.

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Welcome to Jalloh.com

February 10th, 2008 · No Comments

Hi,

Thanks for stopping by my blog.

I will be posting write-ups that will include short stories, poems, reflections and some funny tit-bits. I hope you enjoy them.

Please, do not hesitate to leave your feedback. I would greatly appreciate them.

From the bottom of my heart,
Muhammad Jalloh

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Till that Day…

January 25th, 2006 · No Comments

For generations all come and gone,
For passions all discarded or done,
Till tan off-springs are born,
Brotherhood shall be preached and inhumanity torn.

Till the stars could shine leaving no shadows,
But a glittering picture of one man, one voice,
Till poison-less are the serpents and comforting the fellows,
Till a tan kid is kissed on both cheeks and Mama’s milk rejoice.

Till my friends are color-blind and know no race,
Till my neighbor is no more upheld by the features of his face,
Till I could only see myself in every skin, every society,
And with strange street fellows share my tea.

Till then and more, every sweat of my skin, pint of my blood,
Shall be my blanks shot for humanity’s safety in the consuming flood,
Till then society is my book, my conscience my teacher,
And my fraternity with the low-casted where I feel much richer

Till the bells loudly ring,
And the minarets beautifully sing,
The Praise of the one God of East and West,
I shall slumber not, nor take my rest.

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