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Table of Contents God/god Explained Same or Unique? Trinity and Tawhid: Synonyms and Polysemy Conclusion The concept of monotheism is the belief that there is only one God. It is a concept of theism that specifies itself as distinct from other theisms, such as polytheism, ditheism, or tritheism. The concept of monotheism is distinctive and accepts indivisibility while maintaining the uniqueness of God. The question that comes to mind is: who is this God? What about Him? The Christians, with a few exceptions, agree that “there are three persons in one God, God the Father, God, the Son and God, the Holy Spirit.” Therefore, Christians profess that God is a Trinity, which is the focal point of the Christian concept of monotheism. When compared to Islam, it is completely a different understanding. For Muslims, “there is no god but God, and Muhammad is the prophet of God.” This is normally put in this way: “ašhadu ʾan lā ʾilāha ʾilla -llāhu, wa-ʾašhadu ʾanna muḥammadan rasūlu -llāh,” that i

Table of Contents Definition of Terms Fears as Human Awareness Environmental Economic Legislative Social   Political   Personal   Metaphysical   Conclusion Are you afraid? Not the type of fear that cringes at the frown of a wimp. Such fears happen every day. Occasionally, a person can face such moderate fears. The type of fear discussed here is the type that can regrettably be unreasonable, excessive, destructive, harmful, hurtful, institutionalised, predictable and unpredictable. It is a type that can tear you apart bit by bit, and whole by the whole. It is a type of fear that can rise from personal, social, political, environmental, economic, legislative, and even metaphysical awareness. Any of these types of fears have the potential to rip the individual apart emotionally, physically, intellectually, and spiritually. We are objects of fear. Fear is part of human emotions. Humans are victims of fear. As objects of fear, some deluded leaders leverage this emotion to incite divisio

The journey so far was tiring, but I was just sitting, and lying around in my cell. I reached the end, between walls, between iron fences, and in orange jumpsuits. But the journey has just begun. I walked, ran, and fought; I joked, jostled, and jettisoned. I worried, imagined, and hoped; that the journey wasn’t far from over. I was in my cell among fellow inmates.   In winter, in spring, under the sun, and in autumn; I gabbled, waffled, and teetered. I complained about everything and anything: cold (oh what an icy condition!) and the sun (Get me out of this cauldron!). At one time, I was a gibbering ‘champ’ before the warders and inmates and other times was a ‘ghosted’ imbecile. My life, my thoughts, my behaviours, and my actions became a planless arrangement. Yesterday, I said that the ‘moon’ was full; and today it’s half; and tomorrow it’s crescent. The moon is always all of those, but the mind stops thinking when it is not free.   Even when the mind is not free, it think