Spiritual love

Conversation with Allah

Would you ever bear the misery of losing your daughter? Would you ever forget the pain and heart-wrenching scenery you never wished to view? Would you ever wish to turn the garden-fresh faces into a series of calamities? But believe me, we are impotent. Sometimes, we have to engulf the fact that we belong to someone substantial who is controlling us, no matter how much we try to save, but we have to flow, we have to survive, we have to exist, and we have to subsist even on someone's mystical disappearance; on a great loss. 

Mayhem roped my family into mute misery, and they gushed into thousands of pieces when they heard the news. They got traumatized by pain, but they accepted the consolation that I'm in good hands now and in a better place instead of letting their bodies go paralyzed. That was their only spirit, the only point where they chose to encounter their dilemma.

That's what all parents do.  

The short-lived laughter turned into screams of horror when everybody saw my corpse wrapped in a white cloth tightly. Everyone could see the sunset glow all over her face, her lips wide and grinned, and cheeks crimson red. Her family trembled with death-defying stunts, and she could see their bones jittering down. They were in denial and were not ready to say goodbye. Little did they know how auspicious the moment was for her. She was happily primed to lay down in her grave. Have you ever seen the dead being so happy about her death? Well, It was a distinguishable moment because after all, she was going to meet her Lord. Her dreams were coming true. 

The sky looked deep blue, bright and sunny, flecked with tiny white clouds. She could read her family's faces saying millions of words, but no one truly could understand the agony they were hiding deep inside their chest. They left a boutique of roses on her grave and walked away saying goodbye for the last time. She thought no one loved her, but that day proved her wrong. When everyone was returning home, she realized that her permanent ending did not include a single soul who was leaving the burial ground, but everyone in the field was walking dead. 
 The soul has departed. 

The sun looked like a rose in a pool of crimson and gold, spilling light all over the land, twilight.  Right in the very middle of the trees was the pond. The bright murky moon had appeared out of the horizon, and the skies were filled with shooting stars. The valleys were extensively ample and ravishingly so rigid green. Out of blue,  she heard her name called by her Lord. The voice echoed all over the ground. 

"Allah, is that you?" My jaw-dropped. 

"And, we promised you paradise, and certainly, Allah never fails to serve his beloved servants. Today, you have accomplished everything. This is your home now. You are free to wander anywhere you would like to abode. You are free to taste anything you would choose to eat. You are free of diseases, sorrows, and miseries. You are free of calamities and my judgments. Today, in this heaven, you will not be tested anymore. You will never cry and grieve. You will no longer prostrate in front of me because you achieved the test in the delusional world where We sent you."  

My heart burst into tears of joy. Isn't this what we all ever wanted to hear? Making up to paradise for eternity. 

"Allah, how can I thank you for this eternal gift? I was wicked, wrongful, and profane. How did you love me so much?"

"I am in love with those who repent, even those who do wrong publicly and privately but never lose faith in my mercy. You are here because the angels couldn't stop missing your groaning late on cold nights when you sacrificed your sleep for Me. The angels were desperately waiting for your advent to welcome you. You quit the temporal world for the sake of my love. You showed kindness and mercy to my humans walking on earth. You struggled with every hardship to gain my love. You tried to prohibit harmful acts on yourself, so I made hell proscribed for you. I solely heard your every single miserable snivel when your chest was suppressed and stifled, when your heartbeat got torpid and collapsed, and every inch of your body cell precepted you to give up on me, but you did not. You chose to be patient and prostrate in front of me. You trusted in me. You had hope in me. You prayed for my love, and I made it potent and compulsory for you." 

"You were my everything, Allah. I had no choice of abandoning you." 

"You had, but you did not prefer so, I nudged you on the right trail and made you among the righteous ones because you strived to seek the right direction." 

"Allah, what did you love the most about me?" 

"Your affection towards my humans. Your presence and hope made them feel alive. Your preaching helped them to love me and believe in me. You were a comforter in their adverse time, so I consoled them by speaking through you and brought them tranquility.  You sobbed desolately at nights alone but did not fail to manifest gratitude towards them. Your acts of worship were for me, but your gesture towards them purified your soul, and We made it unchallenging for you so you could walk on the earth with peace and endearment. I have seen your eyes turning red whenever you looked up high at the sky, searching for me with shivered and splintered heart and soul. You yearned to meet me and longed to speak with me, so I obligated my promise to stand you here in front of me, benevolently speaking to you." 

"Allah, I am speechless and accolade at the same time. I swear, there is no one better as loving as you."  

"And I am going to pair you with an angel in heaven so, you can spend an eternity with him. Your soul was too good for the world, so I retained you for him." 

"Is that the reason why everyone rejected me, Allah?" 

"I made the pebbles to reject my priceless diamond."  

"What is his name, Allah?" 

"Mesich Mohammad, the praiseworthy. He will take care of your soul in such ways that will not only make you feel immoderately noteworthy but also replete, and will laud you so you both may find peace in each other. He is all yours. Reside with him in any mansion that your eyes would find aesthetically beautiful and taste the sweetness of your deeds." 

I'm walking through the blue alley near the mansion with him, nudging peonies and freesia, and gazing vertically at the seventh skyline of heaven, revolving around the moonlight blended with purplish palls and caucasian stars.

Mohammad is quite tall, sage, and kind of invincible. His eyes are spaciously wide and lucid, sparkling proclivity, inclination, and tenderness. His hair is the combination of Nutt- brown and dark coca, long and silky satiny. Indeed, he is the most charming man I have married in seventh heaven. I could never have found him in the temporary paper world. For sure, Allah has the most beautiful plans for His loved ones. 

 I sense him and his affection swirling constantly and discovering home in my heart. I find his touches so pure and precise. His words bring me at ease swiftly. He's beautiful, Allah. So beautiful that my eyes could stare for millions of years without getting weary. His words are nothing but comfort and tranquil to me. His voice grips and holds me so close just like the nerves and veins wrapped around my internal organs. He's the type of person you could share a mug of coffee with on winter nights. He's the type of person you could stroll miles and miles, holding hands without getting scrapes on your talus and shin bone. He's the type of person you would love to cavort in every rainy street of heaven. He's the type of person whose presence would never stop you from grinning. His glimpse brings your soul home. His soul gleams brighter than the rays of moonshine, and his touch certainly holds onto my spirit.  

 Doubtlessly and undeniably, I am knotted to the man of my dreams.  
With you Mohammad, it's eternal sunshine.