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FROM THE SPIRITUAL TREE — Signs Of God

Spirit of Islam, Feb 2014, p. 24

By Maulana Wahiduddin Khan

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FROM THE SPIRITUAL TREE Signs Of God T HE entire tree appeared as a sign of God. Everything about it seemed strange. Its delicate flowers, its fruits, its leaves that seemed to have been crafted with mathematical precision— everything about the tree announced that it had not grown on its own, but, rather, that it had been made by someone—its Maker. Like this tree, every other tree anywhere in the world is a model of God’s craftsmanship. But not having seen this sort of tree before, it had greatly affected me. On seeing this strange and beautiful African tree, I spontaneously said: It seems that everything that God has made in this world has written on it the phrase 'Made by God'! It is as if God wrote the words 'Made by God' on everything and then kept Himself hidden from people’s vision so that they could recognize Him from the things that He has created. Despite His being invisible, they could, in this way, discern His presence. A person with an expert knowledge of machines can, simply by looking There is a tree beside my house. I call it the 'Spiritual Tree'. I derive spiritual inspiration from it. A tree is an evergrowing being that was initially a seed possessing the potential of becoming a full-grown tree. A seed takes food from the universe around it and then grows into a tree. The same is true with spirituality, the desire for which is intrinsic to, and an integral part of, the very nature of, every human being. To realize this spirituality, Man must derive spiritual food from the universe around him. A tree converts carbon-dioxide into oxygen; a spiritual person is one who can take positive lessons from negative situations. From this perspective, a tree is an embodiment of a spiritual personality. — Maulana Wahiduddin Khan It was the 7th of September, 1982, and I was in a mountainous region in Africa, standing in front of a tree that I hadn’t ever seen before.

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