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How Do You Feel?


Have you ever been to a party
where the hosts only allow in
people with invitations?

Or where you line up to enter a place
where you can't get in
unless you're a somebody?

Or at times when you took the time and money
to travel far to meet someone famous
but you can't even get through security?




How would you feel
when you were outside of those parties or places
when you were all sulking and sad
that you can't enter,
someone from inside
that you once met loooooooooong ago
recognizes you
and said to the host

"Hey, I know this guy. He's the one who helped me to this status I'm in. He's an awesome dude. You have to get to know him.Can you please let him in?"

Wouldn't that be the moment of awe and joy
where you almost cried knowing that your long time friend
helped you to get in and join the rest of the crowd?
where you were so ecstatic to know that your dream came true?

How would you feel
at the time where EVERYBODY is in line
to enter HIS Jannah
but you were just standing and waiting
and waiting
and waiting
for your turn,
that someone inside Jannah
said those words
about you
to ALLAH?

And because YOU helped him to get to Jannah
that he pleaded the host-ALLAH
to let you in and enjoy Jannah the way he did

How would you feel?
When you lost your ticket to Jannah
and a friend helped you in
with Allah's blessing, you pulled through
into Jannah?

How would you feel?








Now
would you like to deny
the happiness and greatness of HIM?
Do you still want to keep it with yourself
when we don't even know what's the end of this road?
Are you just going to stand still and do NOTHING
when you could be helping others to get to Jannah
and they might be helping yours too?






How do you feel now?
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