Allah is Known Through Reason by Harun Yahya

In the Name of Allah, Most High

Allah is Known Through Reason by Harun Yahya

Footprints show that man exists; the Creation shows that Allah is the Creator. When you study Allah’s Creation, then you will find yourself growing closer to Him. Harun Yahya explores our universe, giving us scientific theories that were only discovered in this century, but were revealed in the Quran 1400 years ago. This is exceptional, because when we learn science from a western perspective, we normally get a very small materialistic view of our world.

This book is a beautiful light read, full of the interesting facts that we don’t even think about. When the author mentions that every single point in this world is measured to an absolute perfection and how we wouldn’t be able to exist if even a single molecule was out of place, we realize just how very ungrateful we are to Allah Almighty. In the first chapter, we journey through some glorious aspects about space, earth, the animal kingdom and the human body.

Chapter two expounds about those scientists who deny Allah aza wa jal in entity and delves into who they are and why they do it. These ignoramuses are on a war to annihilate all religion, and it is rather unexpected that a great proportion of them a Jews. Chapter three, the last and final one, offers a warning before to venture into its deep waters, and it says: ‘The Chapter you are about to read, reveals a crucial secret of your life.’ Discover, here, that there is simply nothing besides Allah, Al-Jabbar.

Allahu Alim

Motorworld by Jeremy Clarkson

In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious and Most High

Motorworld by Jeremy Clarkson

Jeremy is an utterly barmy man of horrendous genius. He is also completely rude at all the right moments. ‘The Hulk’ as Mother Dear calls him, visits 11 countries in this book to take on their perspective of the… motorcar! He finds Italians beautiful, with even the petrol cap designed and the ultimate pleasure in that one does not need to bother with those pains in the neck, the seatbelt or the speed limit.

Texas is the state he must have been born in but got swapped at birth, they think swearing is a compliment. He journeyed to another land, far recognizable to any other on Earth, Iceland. Here he frolicked with the profound aspect of having day for 24 hours.

He thinks India is the country with the most problems in the world, whacked out drivers who refrain from driving with the headlights on during darkness, because of ‘self-respect.’ Thus, they kill themselves and a whole lot of others. But after numerous years, he has still not discovered why he likes it.

Dubai caught his fancy, where he spent five hours looking around the ‘Rainbow Sheikh’s two garages. He then joked with an assistant if the Sheikh had anymore garages or cars, and the man conspiratorially replied that ‘there are many more but there's not enough time to view all in a single day.’ After all, aren’t the Arabs so rich, it just makes your teeth itch?

Fast cars, fast lives, and writing with 600 horsepower.

Butter Chicken in Ludhiana by Pankaj Mishra

In the name of ALLAH, Most High, Most Merciful, Most Knowledgeable, Most Forgiving

Butter Chicken in Ludhiana by Pankaj Mishra

Written with sarcasm, satire and surprise, Butter Chicken is a wonderful book about one of the world’s largest and most influential countries experiencing transition. India, land of the poor and the pragmatist. It has that endearing charm to it that all Indian written books have, soul. India, a country that takes an especially far-reaching intellect to describe its perplexity, is a portrait here of a nation finding their aspirations, wanting the wider arc of people to comprehend that they are now a force to be reckoned with.

Despite the dirt and the debris, Subhannallah, the immorality and open immodesty are something of a genuine surprise. Through the spanning years, with all the tales my ancestors would imprint into their future generations, they had painted India as the country with a sturdy sense of bashfulness. They still think it’s like that, though I fail to regard it as true after all the inexplicable nonsense they do there.

Read it when going to India, or when going anywhere, each chapter is a different story in a diverse city, something one could put down at length and resume another time as if he’d never stopped.