Back in December YMP hosted Dr Reda Bedeir on the topic of Jannah. This is what one attendee came away with.
“It’s heaven,” they say
When you love someone
And they love you back
And in their show of love
They never slack
They say things like
You’re my baby, my life
I’m yours forever
If you leave, I will die
Yes all this sweet talk
Is flattering I admit
Beggars promising kingdoms
Are typically passionate
But a majestic promise
Needs a majestic maker
And the promise of heaven
Is a majestic offer
Heaven, subhanAllah
Home and wholeness
Mysterious and Unseen
Like love
Fortress of freedom
Unshackled from struggle
Secure and Free
From loss
Contentment eternal
Forever bathed in love
Heaven could be a hut
It’d be more than enough
But Allah in His Majesty
Promises much more
Luxurious abodes
Majestic décor
Walls of gold
Floors of pearls
Magnificence, par excellence
Of all the worlds
Motivation and mockery
Irresistible, so odd
This offered to me?
A servant, so flawed
There are places in heaven
He built with His Hands
SubhanAllah
This world is just sand
So don’t promise forever
Don’t belie the fact
That we’re all beggars of time
Time we owe back
Back to Allah
Yet Al-Wadud He
Considers it a loan
Lend Him what’s His
His Jannah you’ll own
This is love personified
Incapable by you or I
Undeserved yet unmatched
From this world we must detach
Mind and heart cannot resist
Despite its blackness and disease
Ya Allah, forgive me please
I am Yours, I believe
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