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					<description><![CDATA[Beneath the Shade of Truth By Nasiruddin Hamid, Qadian, Punjab, India. In the 19th century, on a pleasant afternoon in August, in the serene mountains of Kashmir, Abdul Kareem, 65, and his grandson, Abdul Rahim, were watching their goats and sheep graze on the lush green mountain grass. The air was fresh and crisp, filled [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p><span style="color: #008000;"><em><span style="font-size: 18px;">By Nasiruddin Hamid, Qadian, Punjab, India.</span></em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;"><span style="font-size: 22px;"><strong><span style="color: #800000;">I</span></strong></span>n the 19th century, on a pleasant afternoon in August, in the serene mountains of Kashmir, Abdul Kareem, 65, and his grandson, Abdul Rahim, were watching their goats and sheep graze on the lush green mountain grass. The air was fresh and crisp, filled with the scent of wildflowers and pine trees. A gentle breeze swept across the hills, rustling the leaves and bringing a cool relief from the warmth of the sun. They were both leaning on a large, smooth rock, resting beneath the shade of tall trees, with the distant hills providing a protective embrace. The sound of the breeze and the peaceful bleating of the goats and sheep made the scene feel timeless.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">Abdul Rahim, who was around 15 years old, began the conversation in gentle voice.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">&#8220;<em>Baba </em>(grandfather/ father), are we Muslims?&#8221;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">&#8220;Yes, dear, why?&#8221; answered Abdul Kareem.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">&#8220;Are we the best people in the world just because we are Muslims?&#8221; asked Abdul Rahim.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">&#8220;I don&#8217;t know, son,&#8221; replied Abdul Kareem.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">&#8220;Why don’t you know, <em>Baba</em>? Our master, Molana Sadiq, says we are superior to all human beings. We rule the world, and after this life, we will go to heaven because we are true followers of the Prophet. Others will go to hell because they don&#8217;t worship Allah as we do,&#8221; said Abdul Rahim.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">&#8220;I don’t know about being superior, son,&#8221; said Abdul Kareem.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">&#8220;Did Molana <em>Sahib</em> (sir) lie to us then?&#8221; asked Rahim.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">&#8220;No, son. Actually, Molana <em>Sahib</em> doesn’t truly know Almighty God. That’s why he says those inappropriate things about God,&#8221; said Abdul Kareem.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">&#8220;How so? Please tell me, <em>Baba</em> <em>Jan</em> (dear grandfather),&#8221; said Rahim.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">&#8220;Son, Allah doesn’t work the way we say or believe. He is far superior to what we think. He made this world according to His plans and will, but humans have degraded Him according to their own greed and desires. Every <em>Molana</em> (Maulana, a Muslim religious leader), <em>Padri</em> (a Christian priest), or <em>Pandit</em> (a Hindu scholar) claims that their religion is the true one, and others will go to hell. But they use God&#8217;s name only to serve their own selfish interests. They have turned God into a figure to scare innocent people. The truth is, God is not as horrible as they make Him out to be. We don’t know God or His ways. It is His will that He made some people beautiful and others not, some rich and others poor, some healthy and others sick. We cannot have complete knowledge of Him. That’s why we create stories about Him based on our own desires. Allah (God, in Islam) is for everyone, whether we believe in Him or deny Him. He doesn’t care about religions; He cares about humanity. People who love and care for humanity are the true believers of God, and they will be rewarded in this world and the next, if there is one. So, my son, just be a good human and respect everyone if you really want to succeed in life,&#8221; said Abdul Kareem.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">The cool breeze continued to swirl around them, carrying the smell of the mountains as the sun began to dip behind the hills, casting long shadows across the grass. After saying this, both sat in silence, contemplating the words of wisdom, until dusk settled in. Then, they gathered their sheep and goats, and made their way back home, the rhythmic bleating of the flock echoing through the quiet, peaceful valley.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #008000;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><em>By Nasiruddin Hamid, Qadian, Punjab, India</em></span>.</span></p>
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