Close your eyes,
And imagine this:
You every wish at your finger tips.
perched on a throne near a stream serene
& exquisite a scene you’ve never seen
Yet you still dream of more
Gone is pain
Gone is fear
Gone is grief
Gone are tears
Idle speech you shall never hear
And the prophets make up your social sphere
The martyrs, righteous and he truthful too
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.
Maidens chastens who restrain their gaze
Lost in a glance for days and days
Fun and frolic as a child plays
Where the breath that leave your lips is praise
Of the one who gave you more.
Imagine you and your father with age as the same
Imagine showing off your book with no shame
Imagine nights with the sahaba with their stories to entertain
Imagine Muhammad saw, knowing YOUR name.
What could be there more?
Gardens underneath which rivers flow
A goal so far, and 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 tastes 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