Close your eyes and imagine this, eternal bliss,
Your every wish at your finger tips,
and more, perched on a throne near a stream so sereme and exquisite a scene you've never seen,
yet you still dream of more, gone is pain, gone is fear, gone is greif,gone are tears,
idle speech you shall never hear, and the prophets make up your social sphere, and more
the martyr the righteous and the truthful, you are from them and they are from you,
they held tightly to what they knew as true and to join them you did too,
there's more,
maidens chaste to restrain their gaze,
lost in a glance for days and days,
fun and frolicas a child plays,
where the breath that leaves your lips is praise,
of the one that gave you more,
imagine you and your father with ages the same,
imagine showing off your book with no shame,
imagine the nights with the sahaba with their stories to entertain,
imagine Mohammad(S.A.W) knowing your name,
what could be there more,
gardens underneath which rivers flow,
a goal so far yet so close,
a journey worth taking for those who know,
tell me do you not wish to go for more,
for all the bounties and all the grace,
all the sights and the smells and the taste will be forgotten without a trace,
as if frozen in time and space,
when you see His face,
what an excellent master of a miserable slave,
you forgot and He forgave,
He gave you guidance and you still strayed,
you asked for mercy,that He gave
and more, and more, and more
its great!<3
