The Qur'an stands, whole and complete,
like an eternal flame that knows no fading.
No verse dissolves into the shadows of another,
no word is erased by time or circumstance.
Each letter is a constellation, fixed in the heavens,
guiding hearts across the sea of ages.
Abrogation? A whisper of human doubt,
a shadow cast by those who could not see
the seamless garment of divine wisdom.
They claimed verses clashed like waves,
but in truth, they harmonize like rivers meeting,
each stream a voice in the symphony of truth.
Nothing is broken, nothing discarded.
Every command, every story, every sign,
woven into a tapestry without flaw.
What was given is not to be undone,
for the divine speech knows no contradiction,
only layers of meaning that unfold
like petals beneath the sun.
O seeker, cast away the veil of confusion,
and behold perfection in its radiant clarity.
The Qur'an is not a puzzle of revisions,
but a mirror reflecting eternal truth.
Each verse stands as it was breathed,
unchanged, unmarred, everlasting.
What need has the Creator
to adjust or amend what is already perfect?
The Word is one,
resounding through the ages,
calling us not to dispute, but to trust,
to find within its timeless depths
the unity we have always sought.
MyKoul
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