Quran & Nature

The indescribable scent of a sky that has remained still for years, and the gentle caress of a breeze that whispers of the desert: this is how certain returns reveal themselves, fleeting yet profound, on an ordinary day graced by a rare, almost unattainable stillness. True peace seems never to fully belong to this world; yet humanity continues to chase it, often without even realizing. Only later does one understand that such a pursuit is like trying to grasp a balloon that b

The storm always ends, the sun returns to shine, and often what we could not see becomes visible once everything has passed—when the clouds that prevented us from seeing clearly have been swept away by the alchemy of time. Because time is something mysterious, known only to God: capable of making us believe that everything is motionless and that all things follow a predetermined order. But that is not the case. There is no order as defined by humankind—only transformations, f

Episode III In Ugarit, among the layers of clay tablets, there were not only numbers and lists, but formulas and small prayers, repeated again and again, invoking protection and gratitude. They were not epic narratives, but measured words, carefully set down, as though their power lay in consistency rather than eloquence. Repetition is not always monotony; it can be discipline and memory. It weaves invisible threads that link one gesture to the next, one thought to another. S

Every time I talk about my life in India, I’m told I should write a book. Today I will tell just a breath of one year in the Subcontinent, and of what shaped the twenty years that followed. I will not speak of the extreme contrasts that stretch the country, nor of its lacerating poverty, but of a place that profoundly split me: Cape Comorin. It is there that three seas clash, where you are nothing but yourself, with your fleeting and insignificant convictions, emptying out li

In Latakia, there was a bar tucked away in a fragile corner of the world, and I saw it with eyes that still tremble at the memory. There, the sea lowers its voice: the waves, tired of wrestling with the rocks, become gentle caresses, brushing against you as if they have known you forever. The beach lay untouched, hidden from the careless eyes of tourists, and the mornings arrived with a soft breeze; the sun did not burn, but slid across the skin like a promise kept. The bar w

Islamic tradition strongly recalls the principle of balance: never go too far to the right nor too far to the left. The Qur’an invites human beings to follow the ṣirāṭ al-mustaqīm , the straight path, which coincides neither with the darkness of excess nor with the glare of ostentatious light, but with a posture of humility, awareness, and moderation. Balance is not neutrality, but constant discernment. In the contemporary context, Islam sometimes appears transformed into a s

Walking barefoot helps us ground ourselves, feel our undeniable connection to the earth, and recognize our own presence. Even when it’s cold, even when temperatures are low. On one hand, it’s true that we need to protect our bodies by covering them. But when we start to confine the soul, we risk drifting away from our essence—an essence that longs to feel free, even through the soles of our shoes, allowing information to travel directly to the brain. The feet are incredibly p

Episode II In Ugarit, not everything was poetry. In fact, many tablets did not speak of gentle myths or solemn prayers. They were lists—names, quantities, exchanges. Grain, oil, animals, offerings. Ordinary life pressed into clay. And it is precisely this that makes them extraordinarily alive. Those signs were not carved to be remembered, but to organize the present. Yet thousands of years later, it is that very modest present that has crossed time, reminding us that history

Perception, illusion, and knowledge between science and inner experience I have transformed light into thought. Every day the sun dazzles me, new words are born. Today is one of those days when the sun’s rays flood the lake, making the waves seem metaphysical. Everything, to me, is metaphysical: the clouds scattered like forgotten sheep in the sky, the stains that the clouds’ shadows draw across the mountains. When a mind is metaphysical, everything that is not becomes boring

Silence may sound like an ancient concept, but in this time more than ever, it has returned as a necessity. When you are forced to constantly explain yourself, to justify your existence, to ask for permission to be what you already are, something subtle begins to happen: your roots weaken. Not because they are fragile, but because they are being exposed for too long, searching for approval instead of nourishment. The Strength of Stillness Turn your head. Step aside. A tree do

Faith is a silent whisper:  it does not knock at your door, but slips into your home like a white feather gently falling, coming to rest at your feet. It does not compete with noise, nor does it raise its voice to be heard. On the contrary, it fears a world that is too loud, and for this reason it falls from the sky unseen, while you are asleep. Whatever name you choose to give it—faith, trust, inner awareness, connection with the Creator—it already lives quietly within you,

The chip that will allow us to fly… many call it utopia. But I do not believe it. Humanity has always had the power to invent, to surpass itself, and today, as we prepare to cross new boundaries, fear is the only thing we do not need. Fear of what? Of a chip in place of the brain? Of flying? Fear comes from imagining a physical flight, but the true journey is already within us. Those who have learned to project their ideas into the world, to communicate beyond the body, know

At night, the brain remains silently awake: science calls it the “ideal state,” while the Quran calls it Tahajjud . Often, we focus on what we want to push away: fears, anxieties, and negative thoughts. In Islam however, and in life in general, true strength does not lie in chasing away evil, but in seeking the good. During the night, when everything is quiet and the world sleeps, the heart is more open and the spirit more receptive. It is the perfect moment to invite light,

One day a friend told me that in life you must always reinvent yourself. At the time, it sounded like just another cliché; today, it feels almost like a necessity. We live in an age in which technology accompanies us—and sometimes pushes us—to create something new. Many professions fade away, others evolve, and we find ourselves immersed in an era where creativity seems endless, because we have begun to explore new dimensions of the mind, realizing that a single thought can b

Ramadan is just around the corner, and there’s a quiet joy in the air. It’s a month of fasting, reflection, and stepping back from negativity—a time to slow down, reconnect with ourselves, and find some inner peace. One question pops up every year: how do you balance work and Ramadan? In cities, it’s often a bit easier. Employers tend to be more flexible, and compromises can usually be found. If that’s not the case, start preparing a few days early. Arriving at the first day

Have you ever felt like your heart is carrying too much pain? Like the world is moving forward, but you’re stuck in the shadows of your own thoughts? There’s a moment when everything changes—not because the pain disappears, but because you decide to stop running from it. You pause. You breathe. And you look toward a faint light ahead. That moment of awakening—the realization that patience ( Sabr ) and prayer can heal the heart—is what I call the best Halal day . It’s not on a

Today, when we check the weather on Google, we want to know whether it will rain, whether the sun will shine, whether the wind will disrupt our plans—as if everything depended on a forecast. We no longer truly observe the sky. It has become a backdrop, a piece of data to glance at quickly. We have forgotten how to read it. Yet in many spiritual traditions—and particularly in Islam—the sky speaks. Rain is never just rain, wind is never only wind, and clouds are never merely cl

Much of contemporary human experience appears marked by a persistent existential irritation. The modern individual, rather than turning inward, projects their attention outward, often forgetting that the external world is ultimately a reflection—or, to borrow a computing metaphor, a program—of the internal self. This inversion of perspective produces a disjunction: humans respond to the world without fully understanding the underlying causes within themselves. From this stand

In a society that worships sameness, thinking becomes an act of defiance. I learned this early—before I even knew the word different . I was three years old. In kindergarten, a teacher pulled my hair because I hadn’t colored the stars yellow. Her scream split the room in two. The other children fell silent. There was no question, no curiosity—only punishment. My drawing was torn apart. An order was given: never do that again. That moment was the opening wound of a story too l

The Quran on Artificial Intelligence The current debate on artificial intelligence is often marked by apocalyptic or messianic language, reflecting human emotional projections more than the actual capacities of machines. The idea that humans might be surpassed or replaced by artificial systems presupposes a reductive view of both humanity and intelligence itself, limiting them to processes of calculation, prediction, and response. From this perspective, the problem lies not i

“All human beings belong to a single body, born from the same essence. When one part suffers, all suffer. Those without compassion cannot truly be called human.” — Saadi Shirazi, at the United Nations. The Qur’an echoes this truth: every man and woman comes from a single soul (Sūra An-Nisā’, 4:1) and is created to know and honor one another (Sūra Al-Hujurāt, 49:13). In a world so fragmented and noisy, this message endures. It offers no shortcuts, yet it guides us, reminding u

War is that elegant stain, glossy like freshly spilled oil: it doesn’t dirty you right away—no, first it hypnotizes you. It slides slowly, seeps into your eyes, and while you’re wondering what it smells like, it has already shattered your heart into billions of recyclable shards. War is sustainable. It produces silence, amnesia, and unlabeled bodies. The barrel, then, is always full. No one really knows by whom, but it’s ready even before it’s hurled at innocent civilians. Im

The word jihad  often calls to mind distant battles and clashing armies, yet the truest battlefield is within. Jihad al-nafs  is the quiet struggle against the ego,  the fears, and the desires that parch the heart. It is a daily challenge, more decisive than any war fought outwardly. "Indeed, Allah will not change the condition of a people until they change what is within themselves." (Ar-Ra`d 13:11) Picture your mind as a garden. If the soil is thick with anger, pride, or en

We commonly assume that time erases everything. Memories, words, and gestures appear to dissolve into the past; however, both contemporary science and the Qur’an articulate a fundamentally different claim: nothing truly disappears. Everything that occurs is preserved, within the human body, within matter itself, and within the structural order of the universe. Neuroscientific research demonstrates that the human brain retains every experience in the form of neural traces. Eve