"With whom?

"With whom?" "With the materialists who claim that life was created through the motion of matter, which is everlasting. We can ask them to explain the different stages of that matter and the different outcomes, while matter has only one simple stage." "What do you mean?" "I mean that through chemical processes and a combination of gases, new substances may result. Through radiation, a compound substance may produce a new one.

Hence, we have a chain of elements and minerals that stops at a certain stage." "Why does it stop?" asked Warqa. "Well, this is the question we must answer. They claim that development is the result of a conflict between the original direction and its opposite, or through unification. For instance, through just such a process, hydrogen combines with other gases to produce various compounds. "But the amazing thing is why doesn't all the hydrogen combine and disappear in the process?

Here we come to know that there is an Everlasting, Wise Power that designed everything. Science has proved that electricity is merely negative and positive charges, therefore, it is not an intelligent source of power. It can't have created such a mighty universe as this." Warqa's silence prompted the doctor to ask her if anything was wrong "Nothing at all," replied Warqa. "I hope you will always be strong," Dr. Miyad said. "With the help of Allah, I will. I feel better when I talk with you.

It makes me strong." "But you are pale," said the doctor. 'I’ll give you some pills. Dissolve one in a cup of water and drink it once a day." "Oh, I should remember that you are a physician. I think of you as a psychiatrist," Warqa said. "I am prouder of this than of being a doctor." "It is time to leave," said Warqa.

"I can't come tomorrow, I have lessons in the afternoon, so I will see you the day after tomorrow, God willing." "You will find me waiting for you." Warqa's grandmother did not discuss the subject of marriage that day. Warqa was low-spirited and tired, so she went to bed early. The next morning she got ready and left for college. At the bus stop, an expensive car stopped near her and Mr. Mahir got out of the car and came up to her. "Good morning, Warqa," he said. "It is good to see you.

Can I give you a lift?" "No thank you, Mr. Mahir," Warqa declined. "Come on, get in. Are you waiting for anyone?" "I am…