Imagine yourself stood at the doors of Jannah. Each one calling to you to enter it, each one enticing. You proceed and enter by whichever you please and an overboard of senses washes over you, tingling you to the bone. You are greeted by an entourage of angels, that guide you past delight after delight to your eternal abode. You see its rocks, made of pearls and jewels. You cant wipe that smile off your face, knowing your house in Jannah is near, as you gracefully step on the soil of Jannah made of musk and saffron. You pass its buildings, staring on awe at the bricks of gold and silver, decorated with gardens of trees and succulent fruit. But you still smile, knowing Your lord has prepared better for you. And soon enough, your there. You step inside, your eyes widening with excitement, and your heart soars through the roof. You see your partner in Jannah, and you stop and stare for 40 years on end. Then you realize youve got a tour to complete and, so you leave to see its gardens. The gardens that the Quran itself mentioned in such high esteem. You realise that this is Jannah, you have so many people you need to inquire about. But temporarily dazed by the beauty of your garden, you quickly dismiss the thought. The garden contained rivers of milk whos taste does not change, and rivers of wine that is delicious to those who drink it, and rivers of honey that is pure, and rivers of water that is fresh. Springing from the throne of the almighty Himself. You take a sip and your heart sings, taste wasnt just felt By the mouth, such taste was appreciated by the whole body. Angels bring you trays of gold overflowing with fruit, and you eat to your fill. You gaze around and see many tents and encampments, large and vast but concealed like secretive pearls. Surrounded by the sound of rivers flowing, you walk past buildings and towers unlike anything youve ever seen. You look down and realise you are wearing clothes of silk with gold lining. A brightly shining white, the fabric soft and smooth. Soon enough, you see the inhabitants of Jannah. And you begin to wonder which level you are on. The inhabitants of Jannah newly introduced are all immersed in their own thoughts, and you slowly walk by to see shimmering faces. Beauty equivalent to that of the moon. Drinking from cups of clear crystal, attended by young boys of ever lasting youth. The singing of the Hoor-al-ayn fills the colossus atmosphere and just the sounds and smells of Jannah are enough to bring the dead to life. You see some familiar faces, reclining on thrones drinking cold sylsabil, and before you search for the prophet (pbuh) a voice calls out from above: O People of Paradise! Your Lord - Blessed and Exalted - requests you to visit Him, so come to visit Him! Everyone speaks in unison: We hear and obey! Your thoughts begin to jumble, your face a little more serious. You read about this in the dunya. The day you would meet your creator. Your feet tremble, and before you know it everyone will be assembled in a wide valley, where from the familiar voice will order His throne to be brought there. Your heart races, your temples sweat, and your mind races through all your memories, all those books you read about Him, those nights you prayed, all that you ever did, this is it. The moment of truth. Your heart almost explodes out of love. Then, pulpits of light will emerge, as well as pulpits of pearls, gemstone, gold, and silver. The lowest of people in rank sit on sheets of musk, and will not see what those who are on the chairs above them are given. When you are comfortable where you are sat and are secure in your place, the caller calls: O People of Paradise! You have an appointment with Allaah in which He wishes to reward you! You find your voice coincide with everyone elses : And what is that reward? Have you not already made our faces bright, made our scales heavy, entered us into Paradise, and pushed us away from the Fire? You curl and uncurl your fists. This is surreal, you think. Allah. Allah Himself, al-Khaliq. This is the day you lived for your whole life. You shut your eyes tightly and swallow back the anxiety threatening to choke your throat. Your breathing is uneven. Allah, I am about to see Allah. Tears swell behind your eyes and your mouth shuts tight as you hold your breath. Nervousness flushes inside you and you feel faint. And amidst all the constricting confusion, peace will descend. You feel you can breathe, your heart absorbs the tranquil. You slowly open one eyelid and then the other. You raise your head shyly and behold! The Compeller, the Exalted, the Most High with the holiest of names has greeted everyone from above them. You cant feel anyone else around you, its like its just you and Allah and nothing between you. No veils, no evil, no sorrow. Your eyes shine, dazed. His voice speaks: O People of Paradise! Peace be upon you! Everyone will cry: O Allaah! You are Peace, and from You is Peace! Blessed are You, O possessor of Majesty and Honor! So the Lord - Blessed and Exalted - will laugh to them and say: O People of Paradise! Where are those who used to obey Me without having ever seen Me? Labbayk, labbayk, labbayk you find yourself chanting. Your heart flutters at the sound of His laughter, the tears dont stop, your mind recollects itself and memorizes every the sound of His voice. Indescribable. The only word your mind could conjure about Allah. So, they will all give the same response: We are pleased, so be pleased with us! He will say: O People of Paradise! If I were not pleased with you, I would not have made you inhabitants of My Paradise! So, ask of Me! You think about all that you have, and the one thing you havent yet seen. So, everyone will call out: Show us your Face so that we may look at it! You prepare yourself, but your mind does not settle. Then The Lord - Mighty and Majestic - will remove his covering and will majestify them and will cover them with His Light, which, if Allaah - the Exalted - had not Willed not to burn them, would have burned them. You are surrounded by a tunnel of light, with Allahs face at the other end. Near you. A million stories rush through your head. This was He you used to weep to at night, this was He who saved you from Hell, this was He who took you as a friend, this was He who you turned to in distress. You almost rip yourself apart at the sight of Allah, what an excellent master of such a miserable slave. But His beauty transfixes you to your spot. Nothing you could have ever imagined could compare to the sight of Allah. And you wish you could freeze this moment right here. And live in it for the rest of time. Underneath the shade of His smile. Allah Hu Akbar
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 05:35:44 +0000
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