I went upstairs on the terrace just before Maghrib, after a long time. There was a storm up there. And it was drizzling. As I walked and gazed in wonder at the big dark grey mountains around me, enveloped with black clouds, and turning a scary pink with lightning every now and again, at the tall trees flapping like clothes in the wind, and felt the wind that was invisible and weightless yet so strong that it could blow away everything with it; I felt myself a tiny minute particle on this earth. What am I in front of those tall trees, those huge mountains, the high and wide sky, those black massive clouds, those strong gushes of wind? Nothing! Nothing! I felt smaller than an ant.
And yet if Quran was revealed on these mountains, they would have broken to pieces out of fear. Why? Because Quran is the Word of Allah. Allahu Akbar!
He is Lord of these mountains, of lightning and thunder too. And I; a particle indeed!
P.S. Do hook off cyber space occasionally and go out to feel the greatness of your Lord. Specially during a storm. You’ll know how helpless you are.
P.S. 3. I tried to capture the storm but the human-made-eye couldn’t do it as well as the God-made-one.