Your Final Abode- An Eternal Promise:
What glory will all of this be, a hundred years from now...
When things that have to end, will do so
And I will be lying many feet below.
What would that test be like, to be alone in a grave
Six foot down and a few inches wide, every night and day.
Would I even know that days are moving?
Would I be haunted with time I wasted so gleefully?
Would I regret not having spent enough time with my family?
Perhaps, a smile would have been a heavy act of charity,
Perhaps, not burning others with harsh words would have changed my destiny?
I wonder, what it would be like in Jannah...
A place where you only hear laughter and no vain talk;
Where tables are set and foods galore; all day long, for you to hog.
The delight in relishing all types of chocolates and cookies
Without having to bother about weight or calories.
The delight of wearing new clothes without any repetition,
Or perhaps the delight to just laze around, with no trepidation
The life where houses are homes, and
Love and laughter replace bricks and stones.
Ya Rabb!
Youve promised all this and more...
To your rightful slaves, You gift them galore.
But You didnt ask us to do extraordinary things,
You didnt ask us to climb mountains in order to reach You,
You didnt ask us to cross wild seas to please You
You said...
Give charity no matter however small they may seem,
And pay your debts, no matter however little you deem.
Treat your kith and kin with care, and
Do not even say uff to your parents, in despair
Spend a couple of minutes or more in the middle of the night,
Ask what you wish for, I will surely ease your plight
Do not be self-centered, treat My slaves with empathy
And beware of the Day when no ones plea would be allowed, nor their sympathy
Fix the small little things, You said,
Forgive and forget if we want Your forgiveness, we read
Remove someones misery by giving kind words of comfort
Or feed a slave or an orphan, when you see them desperate
Or be of those who spread compassion and nudge each other to do good
Rather than passing vile comments or just being plain rude
How simple the deeds to please You; how mighty the reward. We fail to realize all of this Ya Rabb...
Because the dungeons of dunya seem everlasting,
The perspective of mind just keeps changing,
Reminders after reminders,
Yet its so easy to drown in temporary disasters,
All of this lasts just for a moment; a blink of an eye, itll be gone, Youve promised
Its complicated to understand that joy, happiness, glory and sorrow are not eternal in this world, and shall never be.
Its amazing to imagine that one day, all of this will be played in front of our eyes,
And well have nowhere to flee.
Ya Rabb, Please...
Give us the joy of gazing at Your face
Give us the strength to mend our ways
Turn our hearts in Your direction, and
Plant them firmly upon this religion...
Ameen Ya RabbAl Alameen
By Nasmira Firdous
What glory will all of this be, a hundred years from now...
When things that have to end, will do so
And I will be lying many feet below.
What would that test be like, to be alone in a grave
Six foot down and a few inches wide, every night and day.
Would I even know that days are moving?
Would I be haunted with time I wasted so gleefully?
Would I regret not having spent enough time with my family?
Perhaps, a smile would have been a heavy act of charity,
Perhaps, not burning others with harsh words would have changed my destiny?
I wonder, what it would be like in Jannah...
A place where you only hear laughter and no vain talk;
Where tables are set and foods galore; all day long, for you to hog.
The delight in relishing all types of chocolates and cookies
Without having to bother about weight or calories.
The delight of wearing new clothes without any repetition,
Or perhaps the delight to just laze around, with no trepidation
The life where houses are homes, and
Love and laughter replace bricks and stones.
Ya Rabb!
Youve promised all this and more...
To your rightful slaves, You gift them galore.
But You didnt ask us to do extraordinary things,
You didnt ask us to climb mountains in order to reach You,
You didnt ask us to cross wild seas to please You
You said...
Give charity no matter however small they may seem,
And pay your debts, no matter however little you deem.
Treat your kith and kin with care, and
Do not even say uff to your parents, in despair
Spend a couple of minutes or more in the middle of the night,
Ask what you wish for, I will surely ease your plight
Do not be self-centered, treat My slaves with empathy
And beware of the Day when no ones plea would be allowed, nor their sympathy
Fix the small little things, You said,
Forgive and forget if we want Your forgiveness, we read
Remove someones misery by giving kind words of comfort
Or feed a slave or an orphan, when you see them desperate
Or be of those who spread compassion and nudge each other to do good
Rather than passing vile comments or just being plain rude
How simple the deeds to please You; how mighty the reward. We fail to realize all of this Ya Rabb...
Because the dungeons of dunya seem everlasting,
The perspective of mind just keeps changing,
Reminders after reminders,
Yet its so easy to drown in temporary disasters,
All of this lasts just for a moment; a blink of an eye, itll be gone, Youve promised
Its complicated to understand that joy, happiness, glory and sorrow are not eternal in this world, and shall never be.
Its amazing to imagine that one day, all of this will be played in front of our eyes,
And well have nowhere to flee.
Ya Rabb, Please...
Give us the joy of gazing at Your face
Give us the strength to mend our ways
Turn our hearts in Your direction, and
Plant them firmly upon this religion...
Ameen Ya RabbAl Alameen
By Nasmira Firdous
