Submitted by : binbbaz on Islam

There, there is a knack of always standing on platters of gold,
turning them into stairs by stacking them till it reaches the seventh heaven
where the Lord is sitting on the throne.

There, there is a quest for one of the gardens
below which rivers flow,
the highest chamber of ecstasies.

Ab initio, there are twelve rooms,
metamorphosic as quicksilver,
hung below the first heaven where swallows
skim through the air with their wings in flurry of motion.

the ninth, being the room of gold.
there, no man stands still,
they turn into real night owls with appealing
looks and sing song of prayers with silvery voices.

Hither and thither, still in there,
an olive branch extends
in the nick of time from pillar to post,
giving a sensational feeling.

There, the first ten days are like a block of code
with an infinite loop of mercy,
the glad tidings enclosed within resembles
bubbles from a fountain.

The next ten days
appears like an angel from
God perfectioning time,
charges, accusations and blames behind
are exonerated

The last ten days,
the mother of all,
takes the soul far
away from infernos.

The ninth room,
in a fool's paradise
those who've never been there lives
East or west, there is the best

Abdulsalam Abass Bamidele