There is nothing like the Quran.
It is unlike every other piece of human literature.
It is unlike lyrical poetry.
It is unlike narrative prose.
It is unlike scientific writing.
It is unlike epic poetry.
It is unlike short fiction.
It is unlike historical chronicles.
It is unlike autobiographical memoirs.
It is unlike mathematical proofs.
It is unlike philosophical treatises.
It is unlike every form of human writing, yet it profoundly describes the human condition, the depths of the human experience, the mind and the soul, the tragedy and the triumph of mankind in midst of a vast universe.
How can something be so utterly non-human, in one sense, yet so intimately aware of humanity, in another?
This, by itself, is a manifest miracle. A sign from the One who revealed it: The Creator of you and me.
And it is a miracle accessible to everyone, not just those who can understand the Quran’s transcendentally eloquent Arabic language. Even by way of the imperfect translations, this miracle is as clear as day.
ذَٰلِكَ ٱلْكِتَـٰبُ لَا رَيْبَ ۛ فِيهِ ۛ هُدًى لِّلْمُتَّقِينَ
“Alif. Lām. Mīm. This is the Book about which there is no doubt, guidance for the God-fearing.” Quran 2:1-2