The voice coming from the walls seemed irritated by his repeated questions:
"I told you before not to pursue what you have no knowledge of and don't ask about anything—I won't give you an answer now. But if you're an obedient boy, I promise you'll learn much about what's happening. I also want to tell you that you agreed to this."
Noor couldn't believe what he heard and said with disapproval:
"What? I agreed to have all this happen to me?! That's impossible, don't joke with me."
The mysterious voice said in a strong, firm tone:
"You will know everything when we finish all this. Now listen to what I'm going to tell you and don't ask too much."
Noor fell silent, still trying to remember anything about his life, but everything was vague and covered in fog. He stopped thinking so as not to exhaust his mind and nodded to the mysterious voice to continue.
The voice, having lowered its intensity and now speaking calmly and nobly, said:
"Now your first test will be to create a tennis ball. Can you do this, Mr. Noor?"
Noor thought for a moment, and moments of silence prevailed before he broke the silence, saying with displeasure:
"I'll try... Trying won't hurt me; I'm detained here as you can see and I have no other choice, thanks to you, of course."
The voice sighed, saying:
"Well, begin."
He sat cross-legged on the floor and completely cleared his mind of any worry or questions that might disturb his thinking. Then he took a deep breath and imagined the components of a tennis ball as the mysterious voice had told him. He repeated in his mind:
"Rubber ball... lightweight... yellowish-green color... circular shape... covered with felt... regular outer shape... sections connected without threads... weight not exceeding 57 grams... diameter ranging between 6 cm to 7 cm. Now, materialize."
Noor began to imagine the ball in detail, forming it in his mind. He began to imagine the components with all the concentration he could muster, formed the shape of the ball in front of him, and extended his hand to hold it, but he found himself holding a ball that was empty inside and crushed it in his fist. He opened his eyes to find the remains of the ball in his hand and said with disappointment:
"Damn, I thought I did everything the right way. Where's the mistake, then?"
The voice responded, explaining:
"The error is that you have not delved deeply enough into its formation, into each atom and small detail within it. You must first imagine the components as they form from within. Building the foundation or essence is the most important thing so that the house remains standing and does not fall. Therefore, you must begin by imagining the internal structure of the sphere first, visualizing it in your mind moment by moment, thus building layer upon layer until you reach the outer layer. But what you did was imagine only the outer layer and, with extreme superficiality, convinced yourself that the remaining components and foundation existed inside, as long as the exterior existed. This has led you to a grave error. Now try again."
Noor tried again, thinking as the mysterious voice had instructed, but he failed repeatedly and fruitlessly, as each time the sphere shattered in his hand.
Noor thought carefully about what the mysterious voice had said, analyzing it bit by bit until he absorbed it thoroughly and understood its meaning. Then he closed his eyes and first imagined the internal components. He began muttering to himself, sweat dripping from his brow:
"I must begin with the essence, then the foundation, then complete the rest of the building process to reach the external structure and add the final touches."
The external components floated in Noor's mind like adjacent scattered pieces, each separate as if hovering in the air around him. Then he began the process of assembling them together, as if fitting puzzle cubes to create a shape. Many other things appeared and floated in his mind, and he tried hard to erase and dismiss them, focusing on what he was doing, but they stubbornly persisted, attempting to control his thinking. It took him a long time to get rid of them.
He used a technique he always employed in such situations: taming his mind and misdirecting it to move away from what was distracting him by using the conscious mind to deceive the subconscious mind, misleading it and controlling it to work in his favor, allowing him to think with clarity. It was a simple process; when his subconscious mind overwhelmed him with a certain idea, he would send another idea related to the first using his conscious mind to distract and mislead it until it stopped sending him thoughts. He repeated this process until he removed the parasitic thoughts from his mind and began again.
He imagined the essence and foundations, forming them with their details.
"First the felt lining inside, forming it with all its simple details and binding it together, merging it as one entity, then its thickness and length, forming it into a regular circular shape, with connected sections without threads."
The components began to form in his mind, merging and interconnecting.
"And now the final touches, the regular external shape, with its yellow color." A mental image of the sphere formed in his mind with all its precise details.
Noor extended his hand to grasp it, and this time, he felt the euphoria of victory. He had created a tennis ball with his imagination that didn't shatter. A strange happiness washed over him, mingled with a sense of triumph, and he exclaimed jubilantly:
"Yes, I did it!"
The mysterious voice congratulated him:
"Well done, but don't rejoice too much—this is only the beginning."
Noor felt the weight of the word upon his shoulders; the word "beginning" always bothered him, especially when he was in a place whose nature he didn't understand. He sighed wearily:
"What's the next step, then?"
The voice told him to create a door to the next room.
Noor felt anxious because a door would be much more difficult than just a tennis ball.
The mysterious voice cut through his thoughts, saying:
"But first, you must create some simple things to become accustomed to your new ability and use it with ease. Anything requires practice and continuous training to become familiar with it, and this power is no different. Now, make me a fly swatter."
Noor responded dismissively:
"Is there nothing more challenging?"
The voice replied to silence his arrogance:
"Make this first, and afterward, request something more difficult!"
Noor fell silent at the cold response he received. He sat on the ground in a meditation posture and imagined the fly swatter with its precise details.
He precisely imagined the internal components, followed by the long handle about three centimeters in diameter and no more than fifteen centimeters in length, ending in a square shape composed of fine plastic parts intersecting with each other, lengthwise and widthwise, until it resembled a fishing net, but much smaller.
He finished imagining and added the final touches—the color—then extended his hand to grasp it. He felt it in his hand and once again experienced a sense of achievement, exclaiming again:
"I did it again!"
The voice responded sarcastically:
"Now create a fly, so you can kill it."
Noor thought about it for a moment, his silence prevailing, then responded cautiously:
"Can I really do that?"
The voice replied dryly and coolly:
"Of course not, you fool! Do you think yourself a god?!"
Noor remained silent for a few seconds, embarrassed by what he'd said, then spoke:
"I know it's a stupid question, but why not?"
The voice sighed deeply, then said:
"Can you truly imagine all the inner details of a fly with your mind? The vital functions, the minute cells invisible to the naked eye, its genetic structure that determines its characteristics and formation, the blood cells within it, the immune system and digestive system, the excretory system, and all its bodily functions, including the wings, body, head, mouth, and reproductive organs? Then afterward, place within it the soul, whose secret no one knows yet, which is like the engine or battery that moves the body of the living being, with no specific scientific explanation.
All this is the work of God, who says to a thing 'Be,' and it is. He is the one with unlimited ability to create anything and innovate new things and place life within them. He is the one who can create this universe with its precise details and endless mysteries. With your imagination, you can create some things with difficulty, due to the limitations of your mind, and because no matter how intelligent and astute you become, you have a limit beyond which you cannot pass, because you are a creation with certain boundaries you cannot break until you die and return to your Creator."