Allah: The Living Truth Poem by Mystic Qalandar

God isn't a man in the sky.
Not even close.
And He's not a list of things you have to believe,
or old stories you just swallow whole.

Remember that time
when you were literally nothing?
Absolutely nothing worth mentioning?
We made you from a tiny drop—
just to see what you'd do.
Gave you ears. Eyes. A mind.
Showed you the road.
Now it's your move—
grateful, or not.

He made the heavens. He made the earth.
And nothing—nothing—
comes anywhere close to Him.

Before space, before time,
before you or me or a single star—
He was.
He always knew exactly what would happen.
Then He just says, 'Be, '
and it snaps into existence.

Allah is the Truth.
The raw, unshakable truth
at the core of everything.

He's the One keeping your heart pumping
while you're dead asleep.
The One who waters the earth
so the grass shoots up.
The One who shapes you in the womb—
turning one tiny cell into a child,
that child into someone with gray hair.
He takes your deepest heartbreak
and slowly turns it into quiet strength.
He takes these words
and makes them hit home
for anyone who stops to think.

He knows what's hidden.
He knows what's obvious.
He brings life. He brings death.
He makes beauty, love,
the vast night sky,
and the messy, deep parts of your soul.
He isn't any of those things—
He made them.
He's the reason any of this exists
at all.

Everything we know, He taught us.
Everything we don't—He holds.
He keeps the planets spinning,
and He keeps you moving through your daily grind.
He was there before your first thought.
He'll be there long after your last one
fades away.

So faith?
It's just turning toward Him.
Letting go of the wheel.
Trusting that He knows the plan.
Realizing you were never actually
doing this alone.

Every breath—from Him.
Every heartbeat—a loan.
Every love, every loss, every moment of joy—
a test and a mercy.
Every doubt, every flicker of hope—
He already knows.

Underneath all your hustle,
all your worry,
all your desperate clinging to control—
there's Allah.
Alive. Self-sustaining.
Holding you up without you even noticing.

Call Him Allah.
Call Him Ar-Rahman—the Most Merciful.
He has the most beautiful names.
They help you understand a little.
But you'll never fully get your head around Him.
And that's okay.

Just believe.
It's like a light switch for the heart.
The real relief comes
when you finally stop fighting
and realize the Creator
has been carrying you
the whole time.

Look around you—signs.
Look inside you—signs.
Before you were even born,
His mercy and knowledge
already had you wrapped up.

Truly, He's with those who hang in there.
And we're all going back to Him.

MyKoul