Allah made me. I must be important!
He gave me a soul, and a heart, and a mind; I guess I have to use these to the best of my ability.
Allah showed me the path to happiness – it is paved, right in front of me.
Allah gave me a book, and a person to follow.
Can you hear the wind chimes, in Jannah?
Every sound made in Jannah is poetry.
(That’s why I have to go there. Poetry is one of my closest friends.)
The dearest sound to me, ever, would be the inhabitants of Jannah – the pebbles, the sky, the stars, the people
Saying to me; you have done so well. Now, come-we’ve been waiting for you.