What is the source of happiness in this life?
Of which all the people of the world should strive
Is it alcohol? The drink to which people claim;
Makes them feel elated and free of shame
If it is that good then surely the more we’d drink;
The happier we’ll be, or so you’d think.
If alcohol really could make people happy
Why do we find alcoholics among the lowest of the community?
How can it be that something so ‘fine’ and ‘good’
Brings about so much destruction in people’s livelihood
Another object of desire is beauty
To be attractive, handsome; or even a cutey
This desire that is fueled but never satisfied
To think happiness is attained by having a beautiful wife
How can this be a reason for being happy
Something so transitory, that fades so easily?
As beauty is so limited, it cannot be the source
To which all people should strive towards
It is often heard that our children are the apple of our eye
I can tell you first-hand; they bring bliss I can’t lie;
But there is also an un-admitted truth
That they also bring with them, the greatest pain too
Feelings which are unimaginable before parenthood
When your child is sick; you feel the utmost hurt
So how then can children be the source of happiness in this world?
When parents’ emotions are a roller-coaster ride, with high’s and lows?
How about marriage? Having a husband or wife;
Surely they’d bring comfort and joy to your life
But there will be times when you’d feel distanced and heartless
In which you should continue to do good by your spouse for Allah’s sake, regardless
Because only with Allah you will find true tranquility
When you obey Him in times of happiness as well as misery
Because only with obedience to Allah will you attain inner happiness
And acknowledge the pleasures and riches of this world are worthless
Whoever does right, whether male or female, and is a believer, We will
make him live a good life, and We will award them their reward for the
best of what they used to do. (Quran, 16:97)
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Monday, September 23, 2013
Saturday, May 11, 2013
What Will it be like on Judgement Day
I feel my heartbeat slowing,
My death is fast approaching,
And they appear to me,
The angels want my soul,
The angels want my soul,
The executors of demands,
They never fail the task,
All my power, all my wealth?
They've deserted me,
They've deserted me,
My destination isn't clear,
The sum of all my fears,
My denials have appeared,
And it's the greatest loss,
And it's the greatest loss,
Oh could I return?
Just to say that I believed,
Oh could I have earned,
All the land and all the seas,
I don't wanna burn,
I don't wanna burn,
O could I return?
And give my brother just a smile?
Oh could I return?
And persevere just for a while,
And remember him,
And remember him.
Author Unknown
My death is fast approaching,
And they appear to me,
The angels want my soul,
The angels want my soul,
The executors of demands,
They never fail the task,
All my power, all my wealth?
They've deserted me,
They've deserted me,
My destination isn't clear,
The sum of all my fears,
My denials have appeared,
And it's the greatest loss,
And it's the greatest loss,
Oh could I return?
Just to say that I believed,
Oh could I have earned,
All the land and all the seas,
I don't wanna burn,
I don't wanna burn,
O could I return?
And give my brother just a smile?
Oh could I return?
And persevere just for a while,
And remember him,
And remember him.
Author Unknown
Friday, November 23, 2012
Lessons of Muharram
Since the Hajj, our slates are clear,
Muharram is the first month of the year.
In this month, Bani Israel got freedom from Firawn’s wrath,
Hazrat Hasan and Husain were martyred in Allah’s path.
Firawn was a very tyrant king indeed,
And he exceeded the limits in his deeds;
Allâh taught us a lesson through Firawn,
Those who defy Allâh’s message will drown.
Martyrs have a blissful life in paradise,
They escaped the prison of this life, which is nice.
Allâh teaches us through their shahadat
We all have to wish for this best of ibadat.
We must change our lifestyle and have Allah’s fear,
To truly deserve a happy and pious new year!
If our Imaan is strong,
Allah will help us all along.
Obaid Ahmed
8 years, East Haven, CT
Muharram is the first month of the year.
In this month, Bani Israel got freedom from Firawn’s wrath,
Hazrat Hasan and Husain were martyred in Allah’s path.
Firawn was a very tyrant king indeed,
And he exceeded the limits in his deeds;
Allâh taught us a lesson through Firawn,
Those who defy Allâh’s message will drown.
Martyrs have a blissful life in paradise,
They escaped the prison of this life, which is nice.
Allâh teaches us through their shahadat
We all have to wish for this best of ibadat.
We must change our lifestyle and have Allah’s fear,
To truly deserve a happy and pious new year!
If our Imaan is strong,
Allah will help us all along.
Obaid Ahmed
8 years, East Haven, CT
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Imagine Your Death!
Imagine yourself after you pass away
Imagine your grave through night and through day
Wishing that you did not do as they say
Wishing that you had got up and had prayed.
Imagine, my friends, the day that you died
Imagine all of the tears that they cried
Remember how it felt when your body was tied
Remember how it felt in the grave which you lied.
Imagine the day you'll be called to account
Imagine the sum to which your life will amount
Think for a moment of the deeds which you mount
Think for a moment how much they will count.
What will they say of you when you are dead?
What will they say, what will be said?
Will they speak of all the poor who you fed?
Will they remember all the Qu'ran that you read?
Think not of them, but of Allah, Lord of mankind and jinn
Think of Allah when tempted to sin
Think of the paradise which you will dwell in
Don't wait till later to think what might have been.
Imagine your grave through night and through day
Wishing that you did not do as they say
Wishing that you had got up and had prayed.
Imagine, my friends, the day that you died
Imagine all of the tears that they cried
Remember how it felt when your body was tied
Remember how it felt in the grave which you lied.
Imagine the day you'll be called to account
Imagine the sum to which your life will amount
Think for a moment of the deeds which you mount
Think for a moment how much they will count.
What will they say of you when you are dead?
What will they say, what will be said?
Will they speak of all the poor who you fed?
Will they remember all the Qu'ran that you read?
Think not of them, but of Allah, Lord of mankind and jinn
Think of Allah when tempted to sin
Think of the paradise which you will dwell in
Don't wait till later to think what might have been.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
The Torments Of Hell
If only you knew the torments of hell
It is the worst of places where anyone could dwell
It is in existence even as we speak
And for its inhabitants the outlook is bleak
On the day of rising, hell will be in view
A terrible sight, if only you knew
It will be brought forward by 70,000 reigns
And 70,000 angels will be on each of those chains
After burning for a thousand years , it’s flames turned white
A thousand more years, now it’s as black as the night
You think the flames are bearable, you’re totally wrong
The flames are of hell are sixty nine times as strong
In a flash it will disintegrate all of your bones
The hellfire will be fuelled by man and stones
The thickness of your skin will greatly increase
Causing your threshold for pain to greatly decrease
The people in hell are there to stay
They will melt to nothing, 70,000 times in a day
70 years it will take, for a stone that is thrown
to hit the bottom of hell and it won’t be alone
the food of hell resembles a devil’s head
and to drink, boiling water and blood bright red
which cuts up the bowels, everything will fall out
the inhabitants of hell will scream and shout
some will be taken out by Almighty Allah’s command
but the polytheists will stay eternally damned
take up islam, the only way to succeed
and if you don’t, you’re unfortunate indeed
Brothers and Sisters, Help determine your fate
Once you see Hellfire, It'll be far too late...
Author Unknown
It is the worst of places where anyone could dwell
It is in existence even as we speak
And for its inhabitants the outlook is bleak
On the day of rising, hell will be in view
A terrible sight, if only you knew
It will be brought forward by 70,000 reigns
And 70,000 angels will be on each of those chains
After burning for a thousand years , it’s flames turned white
A thousand more years, now it’s as black as the night
You think the flames are bearable, you’re totally wrong
The flames are of hell are sixty nine times as strong
In a flash it will disintegrate all of your bones
The hellfire will be fuelled by man and stones
The thickness of your skin will greatly increase
Causing your threshold for pain to greatly decrease
The people in hell are there to stay
They will melt to nothing, 70,000 times in a day
70 years it will take, for a stone that is thrown
to hit the bottom of hell and it won’t be alone
the food of hell resembles a devil’s head
and to drink, boiling water and blood bright red
which cuts up the bowels, everything will fall out
the inhabitants of hell will scream and shout
some will be taken out by Almighty Allah’s command
but the polytheists will stay eternally damned
take up islam, the only way to succeed
and if you don’t, you’re unfortunate indeed
Brothers and Sisters, Help determine your fate
Once you see Hellfire, It'll be far too late...
Author Unknown
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Eternal Ink
Author Unknown
Something for you to make you feel good while the fast life goes on and on...
I dreamed I was in heaven where an angel kept God's book.
He was writing so intently I just had to take a look.
It was not, at first, his writing that made me stop and think
But the fluid in the bottle that was marked eternal ink.
This ink was most amazing, dark black upon his blotter
But as it touched the parchment it became as clear as water.
The angel kept on writing, but as quickly as a wink
The words were disappearing with that strange eternal ink.
The angel took no notice, but kept writing on and on.
He turned each page and filled it, till all its space was gone.
I thought he wrote to no avail, his efforts were so vain
For he wrote a thousand pages, that he'd never read again.
And as I watched and wondered that, this awesome sight was mine,
I actually saw a word stay black, as it dried upon the line.
The angel wrote and I thought I saw a look of satisfaction.
At last he had some print to show for all his earnest action.
A line or two dried dark and stayed as black as black can be,
But strangely the next paragraph became invisible to see.
The book was getting fuller, The angel's records true,
But most of it was blank, with Just a few words coming through.
I knew there was some reason, But as hard as I could think,
I couldn't grasp the significance Of that eternal ink.
The mystery burned within me, And I finally dared to ask
The angel to explain to me Of his amazing task.
And what I heard was frightful As the angel turned his head.
He looked directly at me, And this is what he said...
I know you stand and wonder, At what my writing's worth
But Allah has told me to record, The lives of those on earth.
The book that I am filling, Is an accurate account
Of every word and action, And to what they do amount.
And since you have been watching I must tell you what is true;
The details of my journal, Are the strict accounts of YOU.
Allah asked me to watch you, As each day you worked and played.
I saw you as you went to the masjid, I saw you as you prayed.
But I was told to document, Your life through all the week.
I wrote when you were proud and bold, I wrote when you were meek.
I recorded all your attitudes Whether they were good or bad.
I was sorry that I had to write The things that make Allah sad.
So now I'll tell the wonder Of this eternal ink,
For the reason for its mystery Should make you stop and think.
This ink that Allah created To help me keep my journal
Will only keep a record of Things that are eternal.
So much of life is wasted On things that matter not
So instead of my erasing, Smudging ink and ugly blot.
I just keep writing faithfully and Let the ink do all the rest
For it is able to decide What's useless and what's best.
And Allah ordained that as I write Of all you do and say
Your deeds that count for nothing Will just disappear away.
When books are opened someday, As sure as heaven is true;
Allah's eternal ink will tell What mattered most to you.
If you just lived to please yourself The pages will be bare,
And Allah will issue no reward For you when you get there.
In fact, you'll be embarrassed, You will hang your head in shame
Because you did not give yourself In love to Allah's Name.
Yet may be there will be a few Recorded lines that stayed
That showed the times you truly cared, Sincerely loved and prayed.
But you will always wonder As you enter heaven's door
How much more glad you would have been If only you'd done more.
For I record as Allah sees, I don't stop to even think
Because the truth is written With Allah's eternal ink.
When I heard the angel's story I fell down and wept and cried
For as yet I still was dreaming I hadn't really died.
And I said: O angel tell Allah That soon as I awake
I'll live my life for Allah- I'll do all for His dear sake.
I'll give in full surrender; I'll do all He wants me to;
I'll turn my back on self and sin And whatever isn't true.
And though the way seems long and rough I promise to endure.
I'm determined to pursue the things That are holy, clean and pure.
With Allah as my helper, I will win lost souls to Thee,
For I know that they will live with Allah For all eternity.
And that's what really matters When my life on earth is gone
That I will stand before Allah And hear Him say, well done.
For is it really worth it As my life lies at the brink?
And I realize that Allah keeps books With His eternal ink.
Should all my life be focused On things that turn to dust?
From this point on I'll serve Allah; I can, I will, I must!
I will NOT send blank pages Up to Allah's majestic throne
For where that record's going now Is my eternal home.
I'm giving all to Allah I now have seen the link
For I saw an angel write my life With Allah's eternal ink.
Something for you to make you feel good while the fast life goes on and on...
I dreamed I was in heaven where an angel kept God's book.
He was writing so intently I just had to take a look.
It was not, at first, his writing that made me stop and think
But the fluid in the bottle that was marked eternal ink.
This ink was most amazing, dark black upon his blotter
But as it touched the parchment it became as clear as water.
The angel kept on writing, but as quickly as a wink
The words were disappearing with that strange eternal ink.
The angel took no notice, but kept writing on and on.
He turned each page and filled it, till all its space was gone.
I thought he wrote to no avail, his efforts were so vain
For he wrote a thousand pages, that he'd never read again.
And as I watched and wondered that, this awesome sight was mine,
I actually saw a word stay black, as it dried upon the line.
The angel wrote and I thought I saw a look of satisfaction.
At last he had some print to show for all his earnest action.
A line or two dried dark and stayed as black as black can be,
But strangely the next paragraph became invisible to see.
The book was getting fuller, The angel's records true,
But most of it was blank, with Just a few words coming through.
I knew there was some reason, But as hard as I could think,
I couldn't grasp the significance Of that eternal ink.
The mystery burned within me, And I finally dared to ask
The angel to explain to me Of his amazing task.
And what I heard was frightful As the angel turned his head.
He looked directly at me, And this is what he said...
I know you stand and wonder, At what my writing's worth
But Allah has told me to record, The lives of those on earth.
The book that I am filling, Is an accurate account
Of every word and action, And to what they do amount.
And since you have been watching I must tell you what is true;
The details of my journal, Are the strict accounts of YOU.
Allah asked me to watch you, As each day you worked and played.
I saw you as you went to the masjid, I saw you as you prayed.
But I was told to document, Your life through all the week.
I wrote when you were proud and bold, I wrote when you were meek.
I recorded all your attitudes Whether they were good or bad.
I was sorry that I had to write The things that make Allah sad.
So now I'll tell the wonder Of this eternal ink,
For the reason for its mystery Should make you stop and think.
This ink that Allah created To help me keep my journal
Will only keep a record of Things that are eternal.
So much of life is wasted On things that matter not
So instead of my erasing, Smudging ink and ugly blot.
I just keep writing faithfully and Let the ink do all the rest
For it is able to decide What's useless and what's best.
And Allah ordained that as I write Of all you do and say
Your deeds that count for nothing Will just disappear away.
When books are opened someday, As sure as heaven is true;
Allah's eternal ink will tell What mattered most to you.
If you just lived to please yourself The pages will be bare,
And Allah will issue no reward For you when you get there.
In fact, you'll be embarrassed, You will hang your head in shame
Because you did not give yourself In love to Allah's Name.
Yet may be there will be a few Recorded lines that stayed
That showed the times you truly cared, Sincerely loved and prayed.
But you will always wonder As you enter heaven's door
How much more glad you would have been If only you'd done more.
For I record as Allah sees, I don't stop to even think
Because the truth is written With Allah's eternal ink.
When I heard the angel's story I fell down and wept and cried
For as yet I still was dreaming I hadn't really died.
And I said: O angel tell Allah That soon as I awake
I'll live my life for Allah- I'll do all for His dear sake.
I'll give in full surrender; I'll do all He wants me to;
I'll turn my back on self and sin And whatever isn't true.
And though the way seems long and rough I promise to endure.
I'm determined to pursue the things That are holy, clean and pure.
With Allah as my helper, I will win lost souls to Thee,
For I know that they will live with Allah For all eternity.
And that's what really matters When my life on earth is gone
That I will stand before Allah And hear Him say, well done.
For is it really worth it As my life lies at the brink?
And I realize that Allah keeps books With His eternal ink.
Should all my life be focused On things that turn to dust?
From this point on I'll serve Allah; I can, I will, I must!
I will NOT send blank pages Up to Allah's majestic throne
For where that record's going now Is my eternal home.
I'm giving all to Allah I now have seen the link
For I saw an angel write my life With Allah's eternal ink.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Judgement Day
For the final time the trumpet is sounded,
You awake from your grave shocked and dumbfounded,
The day will begin with Allah descending,
This is for real, it aint no pretending
Followed by angels who stand all in rows,
Judgement Day is here, and this is how it goes
The scales of justice will be brought before man,
Now you shall have to explain your whole life span
What you did in the open and what you concealed
From big to small shall today be revealed
Men in shear horror will run to one another
But no one can save you, not even your mother
You're standing there naked as the day you were born
This day would come to be, that Allah has sworn
Your deeds shall today be weighed in a scale
This shall determine if you pass or fail
Heaven and Hell shall be brought into vision
Allah alone shall make the ultimate decision
It¹s all up to you now, make up your mind
See Allah¹s greatness, and don¹t be blind
To all brothers and sisters I'd like to say,
Ask for forgiveness and do that today
Don't be foolish and follow shaitaan,
He's out to strip us of our Imaan
We've lived in this world all so deluded
Finally, I hope in jannah you will all be included.
You awake from your grave shocked and dumbfounded,
The day will begin with Allah descending,
This is for real, it aint no pretending
Followed by angels who stand all in rows,
Judgement Day is here, and this is how it goes
The scales of justice will be brought before man,
Now you shall have to explain your whole life span
What you did in the open and what you concealed
From big to small shall today be revealed
Men in shear horror will run to one another
But no one can save you, not even your mother
You're standing there naked as the day you were born
This day would come to be, that Allah has sworn
Your deeds shall today be weighed in a scale
This shall determine if you pass or fail
Heaven and Hell shall be brought into vision
Allah alone shall make the ultimate decision
It¹s all up to you now, make up your mind
See Allah¹s greatness, and don¹t be blind
To all brothers and sisters I'd like to say,
Ask for forgiveness and do that today
Don't be foolish and follow shaitaan,
He's out to strip us of our Imaan
We've lived in this world all so deluded
Finally, I hope in jannah you will all be included.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Paradise
Paradise
Whatever we do, we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
For the believer, this life is just like a cage
For the unbeliever, it's the ultimate stage
Little does he know about the awaiting reward
Which is full of luxuries, where no-one gets bored
You'll enter the gate of paradise, if it's in your fate
Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate
No worldly things will you ever miss
On entering the gate, you'll be surrounded by bliss
Four rivers will be granted by the Divine
containing water and milk, honey and wine
People will live in mansions built high
Where they'll live forever, no-one will die
It's bricks will be made of silver and gold
The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold
A hundred years it will take to circle a tree
Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity
There will be no calls of nature, no-one will sleep
There will be no worries, no one will weep
When people sweat, it will smell of musk
Allah swt will be praised from dawn till dusk
Everyone will be aged 30 or 33
And they'll stay at that age for eternity
The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown
Sitting on thrones, wearing a crown
People will be happy, there'll be no remorse
To visit others, they'll have a flying horse
Men will have 2 houris as their wives
Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives
On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races
And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!
When walking along there'll be many meetings
With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings
Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail
When Allah swt removes His veil
There will be no kings, there will be no peasants
And everyone will see the Divine Allah's presence
There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray
That Al Firdaus, the highest will be where we stay
Allah swt has showered us with His grace
And we have to be worthy to show our face
Whatever we do ,we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
Whatever we do, we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
For the believer, this life is just like a cage
For the unbeliever, it's the ultimate stage
Little does he know about the awaiting reward
Which is full of luxuries, where no-one gets bored
You'll enter the gate of paradise, if it's in your fate
Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate
No worldly things will you ever miss
On entering the gate, you'll be surrounded by bliss
Four rivers will be granted by the Divine
containing water and milk, honey and wine
People will live in mansions built high
Where they'll live forever, no-one will die
It's bricks will be made of silver and gold
The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold
A hundred years it will take to circle a tree
Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity
There will be no calls of nature, no-one will sleep
There will be no worries, no one will weep
When people sweat, it will smell of musk
Allah swt will be praised from dawn till dusk
Everyone will be aged 30 or 33
And they'll stay at that age for eternity
The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown
Sitting on thrones, wearing a crown
People will be happy, there'll be no remorse
To visit others, they'll have a flying horse
Men will have 2 houris as their wives
Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives
On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races
And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!
When walking along there'll be many meetings
With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings
Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail
When Allah swt removes His veil
There will be no kings, there will be no peasants
And everyone will see the Divine Allah's presence
There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray
That Al Firdaus, the highest will be where we stay
Allah swt has showered us with His grace
And we have to be worthy to show our face
Whatever we do ,we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Judgement Day
JUDGEMENT DAY
Author unknown
For the final time the trumpet is sounded,
You awake from your grave shocked and dumbfounded,
The day will begin with Allah descending,
This is for real, it aint no pretending
Followed by angels who stand all in rows,
Judgement Day is here, and this is how it goes
The scales of justice will be brought before man,
Now you shall have to explain your whole life span
What you did in the open and what you concealed
From big to small shall today be revealed
Men in shear horror will run to one another
But no one can save you, not even your mother
You're standing there naked as the day you were born
This day would come to be, that Allah has sworn
Your deeds shall today be weighed in a scale
This shall determine if you pass or fail
Heaven and Hell shall be brought into vision
Allah alone shall make the ultimate decision
It's all up to you now, make up your mind
See Allah's greatness, and don¹t be blind
To all brothers and sisters I'd like to say
Ask for forgiveness and do that today
Don't be foolish and follow shaitaan,
He's out to strip us of our Imaan
We've lived in this world all so deluded
Finally, I hope in your prayers I am included!
Author unknown
For the final time the trumpet is sounded,
You awake from your grave shocked and dumbfounded,
The day will begin with Allah descending,
This is for real, it aint no pretending
Followed by angels who stand all in rows,
Judgement Day is here, and this is how it goes
The scales of justice will be brought before man,
Now you shall have to explain your whole life span
What you did in the open and what you concealed
From big to small shall today be revealed
Men in shear horror will run to one another
But no one can save you, not even your mother
You're standing there naked as the day you were born
This day would come to be, that Allah has sworn
Your deeds shall today be weighed in a scale
This shall determine if you pass or fail
Heaven and Hell shall be brought into vision
Allah alone shall make the ultimate decision
It's all up to you now, make up your mind
See Allah's greatness, and don¹t be blind
To all brothers and sisters I'd like to say
Ask for forgiveness and do that today
Don't be foolish and follow shaitaan,
He's out to strip us of our Imaan
We've lived in this world all so deluded
Finally, I hope in your prayers I am included!
Monday, October 24, 2005
Paradise
Paradise
Whatever we do, we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
For the believer, this life is just like a cage
For the unbeliever, it's the ultimate stage
Little does he know about the awaiting reward
Which is full of luxuries, where no-one gets bored
You'll enter the gate of paradise, if it's in your fate
Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate
No worldly things will you ever miss
On entering the gate, you'll be surrounded by bliss
Four rivers will be granted by the Divine
containing water and milk, honey and wine
People will live in mansions built high
Where they'll live forever, no-one will die
It's bricks will be made of silver and gold
The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold
A hundred years it will take to circle a tree
Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity
There will be no calls of nature, no-one will sleep
There will be no worries, no one will weep
When people sweat, it will smell of musk
Allah swt will be praised from dawn till dusk
Everyone will be aged 30 or 33
And they'll stay at that age for eternity
The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown
Sitting on thrones, wearing a crown
People will be happy, there'll be no remorse
To visit others, they'll have a flying horse
Men will have 2 houris as their wives
Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives
On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races
And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!
When walking along there'll be many meetings
With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings
Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail
When Allah swt removes His veil
There will be no kings, there will be no peasants
And everyone will see the Divine Allah's presence
There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray
That Al Firdaus, the highest will be where we stay
Allah swt has showered us with His grace
And we have to be worthy to show our face
Whatever we do ,we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
Abdul
Whatever we do, we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
For the believer, this life is just like a cage
For the unbeliever, it's the ultimate stage
Little does he know about the awaiting reward
Which is full of luxuries, where no-one gets bored
You'll enter the gate of paradise, if it's in your fate
Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate
No worldly things will you ever miss
On entering the gate, you'll be surrounded by bliss
Four rivers will be granted by the Divine
containing water and milk, honey and wine
People will live in mansions built high
Where they'll live forever, no-one will die
It's bricks will be made of silver and gold
The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold
A hundred years it will take to circle a tree
Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity
There will be no calls of nature, no-one will sleep
There will be no worries, no one will weep
When people sweat, it will smell of musk
Allah swt will be praised from dawn till dusk
Everyone will be aged 30 or 33
And they'll stay at that age for eternity
The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown
Sitting on thrones, wearing a crown
People will be happy, there'll be no remorse
To visit others, they'll have a flying horse
Men will have 2 houris as their wives
Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives
On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races
And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!
When walking along there'll be many meetings
With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings
Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail
When Allah swt removes His veil
There will be no kings, there will be no peasants
And everyone will see the Divine Allah's presence
There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray
That Al Firdaus, the highest will be where we stay
Allah swt has showered us with His grace
And we have to be worthy to show our face
Whatever we do ,we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
Abdul
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