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This is another page from my ninth book called "Dear God". I was inspired to write this book after writing "I am voting for God" on my blog. It continues in that format. Short letters (or prayers) to God. It gives me an opportunity to write more and write to God at different moments in my life.
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Dear God,

I am listening to surah al kahf as I write this. Tomorrow is Friday. Fridays are the best. I was watching a video earlier in the week and it talked about how the Quran mentions that clouds are heavy. The Quran was revealed more than 1400 years ago. This is interesting because most of us will probably look at clouds and think that they are light and fluffy. Today we know that the average weight of a cumulus cloud is roughly equivalent to the weight of 100 elephants.

If I combine clear and loud I can get cloud. I think God's signs are loud and clear if we care to see. I want God's voice to be the loudest and clearest voice in my life. Listening to surah al kahf reminds me (as a Muslim) that the Quran is the voice of God. The Quran is believed to be God's own divine speech. The meaning of "loud and clear" is "in a way that reduces or avoids confusion or misunderstanding". God, please remove any confusion or misunderstanding in my mind. Let there be better and complete understanding (as humanly possible) between me and what You have intended.

An ant started walking across my mobile screen probably attracted to the light. I Googled hoping to find a story of an ant and the cloud. Instead I came across another verse of the Quran involving clouds that makes us wonder how they would have known this 1400 years ago if not divinely authored. From surah an-naml (the ant). It goes like this, "Now you see the mountains, thinking they are firmly fixed, but they are travelling ˹just˺ like clouds. ˹That is˺ the design of Allah, Who has perfected everything. Surely He is All-Aware of what you do."

*Also on topic - Sahih al-Bukhari 5011, Book 66, Hadith 33
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