The Fanciful, Lust-Exciting Genius-Style Hand of Western Literature Cannot Reach Up to the Healing, Light-Scattering, Guidance-Laden, Eternal Literature of the Qur’an

The Fanciful, Lust-Exciting Genius-Style Hand of Western Literature

Cannot Reach Up to the Healing, Light-Scattering, Guidance-Laden,

Eternal Literature of the Qur’an

A state of mind pleasing to the mature and perfected with their appreciation of meaning, does not gratify the childish, whimsical, and dissolute,

It does not entertain them. In consequence, those raised amid base, dissolute, carnal and lusty pleasures will not experience spiritual pleasure.

Looking with the novel-based view of modern literature, which issued from Europe, they will neither see nor experience the elevated subtleties, the majestic virtues, of the Qur’an.

Their touchstone cannot assay those virtues. There are three areas in which literature promenades; it roams within their bounds:

Either love and sorrow, or heroism and valour, or depiction of reality. In foreign literature, it does not seek the truth in heroism; it rather instils a desire for power by applauding mankind’s cruelties.

As regards sorrow and love, it does not know true love; it injects into the soul a lust-exciting thrill.

In the question of depicting reality, it does not look on the universe as divine art; it does not see it with its hue of the Most Merciful.

It rather approaches it from the point of view of nature, and depicts it thus; and it cannot be freed from this.

For this reason, what it inculcates is love of nature. It instils in the heart a feeling of materialism, from which it cannot easily be saved.

Again, that unmannerly literature, both sedative and narcotic, can provide no beneficial salve for the distress of the spirit which arises from the misguidance resulting from the above.

It has found a single remedy, and that is its novels and fiction. Books with their dead living, the cinema with its animated corpses. The dead cannot bestow life!

And the theatre with its reincarnations and ghosts from the vast grave known as the past. It is quite unashamed at these three sorts of its fiction.

It has put a mendacious tongue in mankind’s mouth, attached a lustful eye to its face, dressed the world in a scarlet petticoat, and does not recognize sheer beauty.

If it points to the sun, it puts in the reader’s mind a beautiful blonde actress. It apparently says: “Vice is bad, it is not fitting for man.”

It points out its harmful consequences. But its depictions so incite vice that they make the mouth water and the reason cannot remain in control.