Asja
Pearl of Islaam
***I was dreaming with open eyes***
I was dreaming with my open eyes,
That I am Hoor of Jannah,
Running fast in beautful Jannah gardens,
Everywhere is hearing Adhan,and praising Allah,
Even with drops of clean watter falling on misk sweetsmelling land.
And everything is saying,my beautiful Allah created me.
I was dreaming with open eyes,and saw
Mohammed sallahu alaha wa salam smiling infront of me,
And his friend Abu Bakr,and Umar, Osman,and Ali.
They open thier hands, Mubarak they all are,
Waiting me with smile,and saying with thier eyes,
„Enter in Jannah our sister“, and taking me to Jannah,
With thier footsteps, Mubarak they all are.
They are saying to me, it is truth,
That I will never be sad anymore,
That my mother will not die again.
I will listen songs of Huris,
But that my songs will be the most beautiful.
I was dreaming with wide open eyes,
That I am honoured enough to keep the Book in my right hand,
Without shame infront of Allah.
They are saying to me that Allah is The Most Mercyfull,
He alredy forgived me.
I was dreaming with open eyes, Prophet Mohammed
Infornt of me, with noor face waiting for His Ummah.
He is not saying nothing, only keeping his gentle smile.
And I wait for his Shafat, because I loved him,
I see him now, although I never saw him,if at least I did
I hear his voice now, although I never heared his voice before, My Allah, if at least I did.
I was the rose, of garden of his Ummah.
Written by; Asja
I was dreaming with my open eyes,
That I am Hoor of Jannah,
Running fast in beautful Jannah gardens,
Everywhere is hearing Adhan,and praising Allah,
Even with drops of clean watter falling on misk sweetsmelling land.
And everything is saying,my beautiful Allah created me.
I was dreaming with open eyes,and saw
Mohammed sallahu alaha wa salam smiling infront of me,
And his friend Abu Bakr,and Umar, Osman,and Ali.
They open thier hands, Mubarak they all are,
Waiting me with smile,and saying with thier eyes,
„Enter in Jannah our sister“, and taking me to Jannah,
With thier footsteps, Mubarak they all are.
They are saying to me, it is truth,
That I will never be sad anymore,
That my mother will not die again.
I will listen songs of Huris,
But that my songs will be the most beautiful.
I was dreaming with wide open eyes,
That I am honoured enough to keep the Book in my right hand,
Without shame infront of Allah.
They are saying to me that Allah is The Most Mercyfull,
He alredy forgived me.
I was dreaming with open eyes, Prophet Mohammed
Infornt of me, with noor face waiting for His Ummah.
He is not saying nothing, only keeping his gentle smile.
And I wait for his Shafat, because I loved him,
I see him now, although I never saw him,if at least I did
I hear his voice now, although I never heared his voice before, My Allah, if at least I did.
I was the rose, of garden of his Ummah.
Written by; Asja