The sun was just about to set, its orange hues spreading around with little clouds spread here and there. Beside the windowsill, sat a girl adorned in a pale blue dress. Her gaze turned towards the sky, mesmerized by the beautiful view and her lips busy in constant dhikr.
A sudden shrill echoed through the room, her phone ringing without a break . Attending the call, the voice of her friend coming through the phone, a smile made its way to her face.
Greetings were shared, life discussed but one thing that stuck to her was their conversation on traveling. Confined in the walls of their homes, only going out when their families called them, to go out far away from all the pressures of this dunya was one desire they commonly shared .It brought her reflections on and that night just before going to bed, she took out a book, filled with blank pages. Her hands ready to ink it with words, she set out to write.,
And thus started.. her journey to journaling
So what if we cannot travel alone?
This world is indeed a prison for the believers
And life in dunya just play and amusement
And to sacrifice the desires of our nafs
For the sake of Allah azzawajal
Was so much more pleasing
So keep your faith strong
and your duas plentiful
For jannah is our final abode,
this dunya just temporary
And the places in it nothing!
As compared to paradise.
Jannah; where freedom is infinite
And happiness ever lasting
; a place so beautiful
that our minds can never grasp
that night ,when the world was fast asleep , a girl sat on her mat her heart assured ,peace restored and love tenfolds increased for her deen and for her Rabb ,al Hakeem 🖤