The Divine Reason

Imagination was on a golden drift.

The dusky gold landed on her nose tip after a spiraling bout of that dry orange leaf around her head. Her honey-brown eyes stuck their gaze on that dry leaf. Abruptly she laughed and then felt sudden quiet as if musing deep since long. That irked her with a jolt of another thought, aloud and verbatim. Well, her imagination could talk even.

‘Individuality masquerades the multiple personalities within me; they may vary from each other but inhere in me all at the same time.’ She said that whilst taking off her shoes which immediately was followed by an ‘Ouch!’ as she placed her foot on a rusty leaf. Autumn was in the air… or whatever way The Majesty Imagination swayed.

‘Seems your individuality got hurt.’ A teasing voice.

Her chuckle preceded a frown.

‘Do you believe in individuality?’ she asked the Voice.

‘No. I believe in the ambiguity of mutuality.’ Voice asserted.

‘Do you?’ she squeezed her eyes one bit while tilting her head slightly and The Famous inquisitiveness steps in.

‘Ah! All that need is an explanation.’ Nonchalant pitch of Voice hinting a bargain.

‘An-huh?’ while curving her right brow she hummed, ‘Oh! My heart wallops and pumps higher as I mount on my hopes.’ The inquisitiveness departed with indifference.

*eh?* The Voice was surprised.

‘Yes. And how much I recoil the overwhelming hopes deep inside me; Hopes never surrender as unyielding woes of a deserted heart.’ She sighed.

‘Does that mean hope and individuality are some how related to each other?’ The Voice asked.

‘Ermm…,’ she meditated for a while, ‘Like a branch snaps and break loose from its tree and the wind passes off impenitently as if in search of more sporadic ventures. But having left the grace of optimism the leaf just not only break, rot and decay but as if donating itself for a greater purpose; this decomposition of a lifeless leaf breathes into soil to swell and get fertile… A tragic surrender as a selfless favor to the barren soil after getting detached from its originality leaving behind hope… and an answer to the bereft tree!

‘And whatever happens to its individuality?’ The Voice elicited a scornful tone.

‘Its sacrificial detachment, its unconditional favor to the soil, compensating impediments of the wind with its selfless utility defines its individuality… only hope provided this glad grace of thoughtful individuality. Yes, they are very much related!’ she contended.

‘And don’t you reckon that every soul on the face of earth with their innate and abstract individuality is independently dependent on each other?’

Ignoring The Voice’s question, head down she starts pacing towards a huge grown up tree as if observing its entrenched roots under the soil but in fact she was looking at the desolate and broken dry leaves of that Old Tree lying scattered here and there… and some of them under her feet.

‘Are you?’ She whispered to the old tree.

‘No.’ the old tree replied smilingly but with a pride.

‘Are they?’ Once again she asked the tree while pointing her hand to its broken leaves.

‘No.’

‘You know the answer to this, don’t you?’ This time the old tree asked her.

Her eyes went wide for a second and the other second she was saying, ‘Yes! I do!’ her smile shined with a glory of eternal Love on her face.

“But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah Knows, while you know not.” [2:216]

‘Everything is a reason, you know.’ she rested her chin on her left palm while sitting on a plain wedge of a rock opposite to that tree. ‘We often get inclined towards something which might lead us to rejection and destruction… but we often do. Even we opt for something which is not designed for us we gain something significant, something worth from it, because everything happens for a reason. But, eventually, we do not know what we are destined towards,’ she gasped, ‘until and unless we try to follow what Our Creator wants us to.”

Verily, the vilest of all creatures in the sight of God are those deaf, those dumb ones who do not use their reason. [8:22]

The disposition of the environment swerved along the Majesty Imagination and the confetti of colors in the form of drops began to pour from above. She drifted along; cleansing deep down her soul while the tinkling beads of the rain started dripping from her auburn hair she was wholly drenched.

And among His Signs, He shows you the lightning, by way both of fear and of hope, and He sends down rain from the sky and with it gives life to the earth after it is dead: verily in that are Signs for those who use their reason. [30:24]

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