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There was a vast green field spread out underneath as far as the eye
could see. In the centre, was a mountain made of white marble. The
mountain was not a part of any mountain range; rather, it was a solitary
cliff standing on its own in the middle of the plane, as if someone had
artificially hammered it in the ground. Its peak rose up into the sky and
tapered off sharply like the tip of a spear. However, the mountain did
not end at the tip; in fact, the tip served as the foundation of a glorious
and magnificent palace, which had been built on top of the mountain.
This scene seemed like a masterpiece of an artist’s imagination rather
than reality. The reason was that plane fields do not have such lofty
peaks on them, lofty peaks do not have such finely chiselled ends, and
huge palaces do not exist on top of such narrow pointed peaks in
reality.
However, those were the limitations of the previous world. That
world of trials and physical laws was no more. A new world had come
into being now that revolved around my wishes and me. I realised that
after passing through a journey spanning millions of years, the humans
had finally entered an era of monotheism. The angels had taken over
affairs of the world and turned all impossibilities into possibilities. They
had created a world where darkness was devoid of any fear and silence
was free of any dread. It was a world where darkness was only to
highlight the light and silence was a medium of musical melodies.
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I wished for it to be dark again; the darkness soon prevailed. It
reminded me of the dwellers of Hell. I wished to view their state. I said
‘
Subhan-Allah
’ again. Immediately, a screen appeared on my left. The
first scene that appeared was highly gut wrenching.
It was a view of the central region of Hell. Horrendous and powerful
angels were pulling out hideous looking people from the fire. They were
shackled in heavy, barbed chains and tight collars
around their necks.
The flesh on their faces was severely burnt. Their attire was made of
charcoal, thus the flames burnt the flesh even more. They were
screaming in pain. They were crying and pleading to God to have
another chance of going back to the previous world; they were saying
that if that were to happen, they would never indulge in tyranny,
rejection of the truth or injustice. However, it was futile to cry or
scream now.
The inmates then started to scream and beg for water. The angels
dragged them over to some streams. Steam was rising from the boiling
water of those streams. The inmates were so thirsty that they were
compelled to drink it. They would drink the boiling water, then scream,
and pull away. However, after a short while, their intense thirst
compelled them to go back to the same water once again, like a
desperate, thirsty animal. Due to this, the skin of their faces had come
off and their lower lips had drooped down.
I sought God’s protection after witnessing these scenes and
thanked him for saving me. Ignoring those scenes, I started to look at
the eye-catching light emanating from my palace at the mountaintop.
My vehicle was gradually moving towards it. I wished to view it before I
reached there. As usual, I said, ‘
Subhan-Allah
’ and instantly my room
transformed into a cinema. However, the screen was not only in front of
me but also all around me and above me. I could see scenes of the
palace interior like a 3-D movie. I felt as if I was present inside the
palace and was able to hear and see everything.
There was an atmosphere of celebration all around today. My
palace was lit like a bright bowl of light on top of the tall mountain
peak. It had lights without any light bulbs and its chandeliers were lit
without candles or any other source. It resembled a bright island in an
abyss of darkness due to the luminescence of that light emitting from
every nook and corner of the palace. It looked more of a fountain of
rainbow colours and Nur; through my eyes, it enchanted my senses
every passing moment with a new delight. Who would have thought
that mere light could be so delightfully enchanting? No eye would have
ever witnessed it.
Periodically, melodious tunes would playfully touch the strings of
my heart and then echo in the environment around me. Who would
have thought that music could be so melodious? No ear would have
ever heard it.
The world around me was not just filled with melody but was also
enveloped in a light fragrance. Who would have thought that any
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