A day in Paradise

Hunza, Pakistan by Usman Omar

Same roads, houses, rain, clouds, trees and air, will be there. Up in heaven, we will have similar people, good hearts, laughing faces and worry-less brains. Grown kids, but not small. Able bodied, but not ugly. Confident people, but not rude. Every one, every thing and every tide will be a good news.

Today’s topic is broken into following parts.

1. What are we afraid of losing?

2. The day

1. What are we afraid of losing?

Rich Life by Evgeny Tchebotarev

Freedom. The love of life that lets us eat, talk, connect and explore freely. We do not want to get into a small hole dug inside earth that is filled back with earth. We fear losing freedom. We fear death. We fear our graves.

Let me tell you, the hole of your grave, is a door. A door to meet the Jibrael, connect to Allah, find happiness, wear crown of Paradise and find Prophet PBUH. It is a different world on the other side. You wanted a car here, you will get bigger car. You wanted competition victory here, you will find the best victories. You wanted a life of luxury, you will get it. Everything you want today, you will get it in the black hole.

The Day

Morning by Dawid Zawiła

Day of death? No. Day of Judgment? No. Day we cross the bridge? No. Day we enter heavens, gardens, fun and joy? No. Day we meet the Allah. He welcomes us. We thank Him. We talk to Him. We connect with Him. We see Him, right across us. We are honoured and given the reward by Him. The day we finally hear Him. Find Him truly beautiful. Find His creations. One by one introduction of His worthy people. One by One, plucking the flowers, we ran till today. The day we enter the Firdous.

Same metalled roads. Similar google headquarters. Nearly same people. Close relatives. Ice cream in the fridge. Shoe in the rack. Some Netflix. And some sleep. Same air, water, drinks and pizza. Every thing exactly similar to this world. But just a little more like you want it.

Conclusion

South Moravian Region, Czechia by Dawid Zawiła

We want, no doubt, a beautiful car. But we do not want to fight for it. We want, a beautiful wife, but we are not willing to enter the ring. We want, the Cup, but we fear losing a shoe. We want, happiness, but we fear shedding some tears.

We do not know yet, the taste of success. Something tasted by Bilal, Khalid, Abu Ubaida, Zarrar. We do not know what it felt like, standing like a fierce wall, against Romans. We do not know yet the death and taste of Ikrama, in Yarmouk. We do not know yet, the joy, death gives to its lovers.