The Moon is but Old Magic. Or is it?

This is but continuous magic! We reject the warning and follow our own lusts but every matter has its appointed time.

The incandescence sheds this mysterious light over us. Surely, we know. But we deny. It's crescence, so blunt in its contour, has provided us with a Sign. "And the moon was cleft asunder" it says. Then the moon's shadow will fade, its light will rust, and its fullness will cleave in accordance to the Final Day.
We will witness what was hidden behind this intrinsic aura of the moon: Al Baatin! It is only He, yet so apparent in His Signs, he is Al Baatin! Revealing his diety only in His miracles, which molded the moon's craters and shed a glorious beauty that we only denied!

Is He truly the One? Is He existent? If not in our hearts, then where? Where is He, we ask? How foolish are we to believe in a Being that demands our submission?

But, no. we will see our Lord. Like the full moon, we will see him. Nothing will impair our view of Him. We will be slaves to His beauty. We will desire for more and more of His glory and beg to sacrifice our feeble bodies and to wipe the very existence of our being for Him only!

So we must ask,
Ya Allah, free us from our material desires. Free us from our lusts and lowliness. I beg you, let us be slaves of You only! Then surely we will have eternal freedom.