*Before the Universe, There Was Only One Thing — And Why Was It First?*

Before the stars blinked into the velvet sky, before oceans stirred or mountains rose, before the heartbeat of existence ever began — something came first.

Not an element.

Not time.

Not space.

Not even silence.

What came first… was *purpose*.

Have you ever tried to imagine nothing?

Not emptiness. Not a black screen. Not a silent room.

I mean *nothingness* — the kind where even the idea of “nothing” doesn’t exist.

No time. No space. No direction. No observer.

Only stillness. Infinite. Unreachable. Undefined.

And then, from that unreachable nothing… came the first spark.

It wasn’t fire.

It wasn’t light.

It was *will*.

A sacred intention.

A divine desire to *be known*.

In that moment, the universe didn’t begin with particles or explosions.

It began with a whisper.

An unspoken thought.

A pull toward expression.

Religions have tried to express it.

Science tries to measure it.

But both circle around the same truth: *everything began with meaning*.

In Islamic tradition, before anything else was made — before the heavens, the angels, the stars — there was *the Light of Muhammad ﷺ*, a luminous essence created by God.

Not flesh. Not form.

Just light — radiant, timeless, and pure.

In Christianity, it is written:

"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God."

This “Word” wasn’t a sentence.

It was *consciousness*.

A living, knowing energy.

In Hinduism, the first vibration was *OM* — the sound that contains all others, echoing through eternity.

In Buddhism, the first awareness is called *Sunyata* — a boundless, empty fullness from which all arises.

Even in scientific thought, there is the Big Bang — but what triggered it? What existed before time began ticking?

Physicists speak of singularity — an infinite density with no dimensions, yet they still don’t know why it began.

The “why” always escapes the instruments of reason.

What connects them all?

*Conscious will.*

The universe is not an accident.

It was chosen into being.

It was whispered into becoming.

And so were you.

Before the sun kissed the sky, before atoms danced or flowers bloomed —

you were imagined.

Not as a body.

But as a soul.

A fragment of that First Light.

You were designed with care.

Etched into the divine blueprint with purpose.

Your tears, your dreams, your laughter — all accounted for.

That’s why, in your quiet moments, something inside you aches.

A longing.

A memory you can’t explain.

A sense that you are more than this flesh and bone.

Because you are.

You carry within you the echo of the First Creation.

A resonance that still hums in your heart when you pray, when you cry, when you sit in silence.

And that echo keeps calling you.

Through wind.

Through waves.

Through heartbreak and healing.

Through the birth of your child.

Through the loss of your parent.

Through the stillness of a starlit night.

It whispers:

“You were not born. You were sent.”

“You are not lost. You are returning.”

“You are not nothing. You are a reflection of the First Something.”

The journey of life isn’t just about survival.

It’s a return. A rediscovery of that ancient whisper within.

Each moment of wonder, of grief, of stillness… brings you closer to the memory of your origin.

So when the world feels too heavy, when your path seems too foggy,

and when your soul forgets how to hope —

remember this:

Before the galaxies.

Before the angels.

Before even light…

There was you.

In thought.

In spirit.

In purpose.

You didn’t come from the world.

The world came after you.

And that… changes everything.

Because what came first... is still inside you.