It is not any scribble; it is the revelation from God Almighty Who can reveal His words in any language in a most eloquent way: whether in Hebrew, in Arabic, or in any other language.
This is in the Quran
6: 91
وَمَا قَدَرُواْ اللّهَ حَقَّ قَدْرِهِ إِذْ قَالُواْ مَا أَنزَلَ اللّهُ عَلَى بَشَرٍ مِّن شَيْءٍ قُلْ مَنْ أَنزَلَ الْكِتَابَ الَّذِي جَاء بِهِ مُوسَى نُورًا وَهُدًى لِّلنَّاسِ تَجْعَلُونَهُ قَرَاطِيسَ تُبْدُونَهَا وَتُخْفُونَ كَثِيرًا وَعُلِّمْتُم مَّا لَمْ تَعْلَمُواْ أَنتُمْ وَلاَ آبَاؤُكُمْ قُلِ اللّهُ ثُمَّ ذَرْهُمْ فِي خَوْضِهِم[يَلْعَبُونَ
Yup. That definitely looks like the same scribble. My chickens make similar marks on the ground when they look for bugs and stuff.
(And they do not esteem God as He should be esteemed; for they say: "God has never sent down anything on any human being!"
Say: "Who then sent down the scripture which Moses brought: [as] an illumination and a guide to people,
which you put on papers that you reveal and you hide much,
and you have been taught that which you did not know: neither you nor your fathers."
Say: "[It is] God." Then let them be to play in their prating.
And this [Quran] is a book which We have sent down [to Mohammed]; blessed, and confirming [Mohammed] by whose hands [is the Quran],
and to warn [the people of Mecca] the capital of cities and those round about her.
Those who believe in the afterlife believe in this [Quran], and they are constant in keeping up their prayers.)
Save your breath, pilgrim, preaching at me just makes me bored. But, seeing as you're obviously into mythology, here's a bit of it from my people. It's called "A Puff Of Wind" and it's about the birth of Wenabozho, the Trickster:
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Before there was a man, two women, an old one and her daughter, were the only humans on earth. The old woman had not needed a man in order to conceive. Ahki, the earth, also was like a woman -– female -- but not as she is now, because trees and many animals had not yet been made.
Well, the young woman, the daughter, took her basket out one day to go berry-picking. She had gathered enough and was returning home when a sudden puff of wind lifted her doeskin up high, baring her body. Geesis, the sun, shone on that spot for a short moment and entered the body of the young woman, though she hardly noticed it. She was aware of the puff of wind but paid no attention.
Time passed. The young woman said to the old one: "I don't know what's wrong with me, but something is different about me." More time passed. The young woman's belly grew bigger, and she said: "Something is moving inside me. What can it be?"
"When you were going berry-picking, did you meet anyone?" The old woman asked.
"I met nobody. The only thing that happened was a big gust of wind which lifted my dress. The sun was shining."
The old woman said: "I think you're going to have a child. Geesis, the sun, is the only one who could have done it, so you will be the mother of a sun child."
The young woman gave birth to two boys, both manitos (gods). They were the first human males on this earth –- Geesis's sons, sons of the sun.
The young mother made cradle-boards and put the twins in these, hanging them up or carrying them on her back, but never letting the babies touch the earth. Why didn't she? Did the Old Woman tell her not to? Nobody knows. If she had put the cradle-boards on the ground, the babies would have walked upright from the moment of their birth, like deer babies. but because their mother would not let them touch earth for some months, it now takes human babies a year or so to walk. It was that young woman's fault.
One of the twins was Stone Boy, a rock. He said: "Put me in the fire and heat me up until I glow red hot." They did, and he said: "Now pour cold water over me." They did this also. That was the first sweat bath. The other boy, named Wenabozho, looked like all human boys. He became mighty and could do anything; he even talked to the animals and gave them their names.
I think Wenabozho, has been playing with you.
