A fantasy it is among mankind, to be born again
An opportunity all human being wish to be granted with.
Maybe be to be born again in a rich home,
Maybe to be born again in to a glorious country,
Maybe to be born again as a princess.
Human beings crave for diversified things, when they pray to be born again.
My lost is the greatest lost any human being can face.
The opportunity to live with the noblest of soul has left me.
The opportunity to be among best of human beings on earth.
The opportunity happy and hungry, from fighting in the Ghazawaat.
But know that it is not their riches that make we crave to be among them, not their fame.
Maybe if I were to be born again, I will love to be a Sahabah.
I will love for my two eyes, to look at the best humans they can ever behold,
I will love my ears, to listen to the Quran, from those who really follow it.
I will love my heart to tremble by listening to the Khutbah from the best man.
I will love to be able to ask the prophet, the only question I yearn to be answered,
"Is Allah pleased with me?"