~2 min read • Updated Dec 14, 2025
My creation in the world was a mismatched patch
My creation in the world was a mismatched patch
I myself was not content with this creation, was it forced?
People suffered from me and I from my own morals
From the suffering of people and me, O Lord, what was Your intent?
O time, my yield is nothing but evil and turmoil
Was Your purpose from my creation a feast of evil and turmoil?
My essence was known to You, not desirable, why then create me?
You created me? Forgive my tongue, were Your eyes blind?
How pleasant it would have been if You had closed Your eyes to my formation
And assumed I was incomplete: the creation of an ant?
O nature, if I did not exist, would Your world lack?
O heavens, if I were not born, would Your hearth be cold?
Your intent from creation was love, I am certain only:
To see each day a new kind of diverse suffering
If my star did not shine in the sky
Mars, Venus, Sun, Saturn, and Moon would be without light?
If I were in nonexistence, there would be no naked star
Your sky empty of unveiled stars?
Truly I say, there is no other reason for my formation
A mold was needed, to build a grave
Creating mankind for graves in torment
If there is a God, He is far from justice
The farmer’s purpose from sowing is a handful of grain
Your purpose from creation was a measure of filth
If I were in Your place, ruler of the cosmos
Each person would be tasked with a better duty!
One who cannot kindly protect every creature:
Why did He make this creation? Was He compelled?
Written & researched by Dr. Shahin Siami