The Ancient House, Beating Heart of Faith
By the writer and thinker, Dr. Djadouni Hakima NinarEskila
،، Legendary are those hearts that find peace in forgiveness, even in the absence of power. ،،
This stone-built house
is impervious to fire, no matter how it may appear,
its intricate programming cannot be breached,
for its data is sealed with the clauses of insight, foresight, and the universality of sacred rhythm.
To shatter the pattern of its innate function would be sheer fantasy:
a vile transgression, preceded by none and followed by none.
The attempt of “Iblis”
summoned the descent of angels, who encircled him by command of their Lord, to strike down his audacity.
They plunged him deep and inscribed him within the earth’s core, near the abyss of Hell,
until the aged firmament reeked of ancient clay, its stench suffocating into nothingness.
Compressed by a colossal pressure,
weighed down by a searing heat,
that flared and raged up to the threshold of the glacial inferno.
Here, in the nucleus of the enigma, the entrails of the deep split open,
birthing constraint and the hardship of escape.
The cracking of stones resounded, composing terror in its unleashed echo.
To dwell in this place is a chronic affliction,
sharpening the illusion of breath, if only a sip of mirage.
In less than the blink of an eye,
a stream of flames burst forth, conical and sharp-headed like a serpent,
its crystalline body revealing the jutting of horns.
Hell kindled its ember and bound “Iblis” with its tongue,
securing his arrest in an embrace that shattered around him entirely,
forging a prison that shielded him from life,
squandering all effort upon the surface of dust and void.
The angels and the jinn were struck with astonishment at this forbidden act.
They endured bewilderment, questioning his obscure aim,
cursing its cause and pleading for the annihilation of his return at the appointed time.
Yet this accursed event did not deter them from their cherished devotions;
since then their visits to the Sacred House multiplied,
eager to behold it with intervals of awe and exultation.
In equal astonishment, they observed a strange phenomenon,
etched upon the site opposite the “White Stone,” at but a short distance:
a sunken circular crater,
from which surged waves of heat and vapors of peculiar scent,
with an earthy flavor mingled with the dampness of the earth’s womb.
A pit of dreadful terror,
lasting for years upon years,
harvesting the curiosity and caution of the jinn,
sending its exhalation up to the surface.
Until, at last, its emissions waned and faded.
Without delay, the jinn erected a lofty monument above it,
a sign of their refusal to tame or find solace in that place,
and afterward they turned away, absorbed once more in their lives,
as tireless worshippers, never ceasing even for a moment
to direct their aspirations toward the summits of resolve.
،، There is no escape from enemies but through disregard;
the enemy of righteousness remains the enemy of himself,
and the enemy of corruption reigns as king over all ،،
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