The Two Roads - Heaven and Hell

THE PATH TO PARADISE.
Turning the tables, on the other hand,
Is that true Muslim, who obeyed All\h’s I commands.
The world can’t fool this saintly soul,
Who had All\h I as his only goal.
He was not deceived, when the world would shout,
“Come to me! Don’t you dare hold out.”
He did not succumb to his whims and desire,
Knowing, inevitably they would lead to the fire.
He would worship All\h I as if All\h I he could see,
Saying, “Though I can’t see Him, I know that He sees me.”
Fearing All\h I, he’d stay away from immoral crime,
For All\h’s I sake, he’d sacrifice his health, wealth and time.
Striving in the path of All\h I to Isl\m he would call,
Calling all to hold the Sunnah, as it will never let them fall.
To a guide he would go to rectify his aims,
Not caring if because of it people would call him names.
More than anything he wanted, that for All\h I his life he could lay,
With sword in hand, for Islam, he’d face the enemies in every fray.
He yearned for religious knowledge thus burned the midnight oil,
He learnt to be a true Muslim, and overcome with sweat and toil.
Only in All\h’s I worship would his heart be at ease,
He would remain in this thought, of how his Lord he could please.
He turns around and faces ‘Death’ who shakes him by the hand,
Who tells him “Brother! You have two rak`ahs left on the land”
“May All\h have mercy on you,” says Death, at this saint’s last sneeze,
With which out of his body, his soul is gently squeezed.
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