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What you seek is what you see and hear
Smelling the best and thinking the rest
World of perfection with nothing to fear
It couldn’t get any better yet you got the best
You squint at the special upper abodes
Far away from you shining like bright stars
You keep thinking you couldn’t ever reach them
Until you get upgraded from where you are
Maybe you had daughters that you treated so well
Maybe your children died and your sabr pulled you up
Maybe you died with them, never bidding Islam farewell
Sticking to Laa ilaaha as last words for a ticket above
The tarbiyyah you did of your kids and their duas
Added to your finite deeds even after death
Maybe you never had kids yet you collected
So much sadaqa jaariya that you were out of breath
Maybe some among your pious mates up there
Wanted you with them in Jannat-ul-Firdaus
You couldn’t be happier for the blood you shared
Or maybe they were from the friends you chose
You go up there and get filled with awe
For you never imagined such beauty ever existed
Suddenly you see all the prophets gathered
Facing each other on raised thrones coexisting
Surrounded with gold trees and soil more fragrant than musk
With Pebbles underneath of rubies, pearls and sapphire
Eating together delicious food and fruits, melting in mouth
Dressed in gold embroidered, fine green silk attire
Around them, servants revolve like scattered pearls
With never fading youth and cushions lined on stage
Access to celebrities not surrounded by security
Adam, Musa, Esa and Muhammad; all same age
You rush to them in excitement and suddenly
Musa (as) create a parted sea with his staff
Your pace suddenly slows down to absorb its grandeur
You had to close your eyes to even imagine this half
But now it’s a reality, eyes wide open
Never 4D had so many dimensions
Overload of senses makes your heart burst
As your mind is stampeded with 1000 questions
Muhammad (saws) says salaam taking your name
And you can’t decide whether to cry or faint with glee
So you just stand with them all, shoulder to shoulder
And pray as Prophet Muhammad (saws) leads
The river of emotions flow amid your veins
But a drenched soul can’t express the gratitude enough
The tides of rapture bring a hurricane inside
The soul soars high with heartbeats engulfed
You ask for the staff from Musa (as)
And rush to your mates to show off your delight
In your way you find Sulaiman (as)
You ask for his winged horse and take it for a flight
You join the Angels, Ja’far and the Martyrs
Flying like green birds with freedom
You fill your cup at hand, with delicious Tasneem
Right from the top of flowing spring of Eden
You look down and see adorable babies around Ibrahim
Mountains humming along the rhythm of Dawud
You never heard the melody so beautiful
As more hypnotizing voices join in the mood
