Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine a day, not too far away, when Allah (swt) will gather all the souls that have ever walked this earth. I imagine waiting by Al-Kauthar for the prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) to cup his hands and allow me to drink from them the water that will forever quench my thirst. I hope the water will be sweet, I hope that it will quench the thirst in my throat as well as the thirst that is in my heart. I imagine entering a place that no eyes have seen or ears have heard. A place no human mind can perceive. Some people long for the riches they'll find there, or the rivers of milk and honey. Some people long for its beautiful homes and lush gardens. I do, too. But what I long for the most is peace, that quiet serenity that no material possession can purchase. I want every worry and detail of the world to fade into the distance, I want it to be as though it were a faint dream that I don't remember when I wake. I want to meet my Lord with love and certainty and submission bursting from my heart, and simply say: "Ya Rabb, You called me, so I came." via @Asmaa Hussain