ameriKKKa's Most Hated Muslim Poet
Decked out in garments of fine green silk and heavy thick brocade. Being served by youth that never age. Reclining under the shade of trees beyond earthly imagination. In gardens and orchards with low hanging fruit from which they are fed. Their reward from Allah for previously believing. They are spiritually, psychologically and emotionally satiated, never grieving. The ultimate reward afforded to those who in their earthly life had submitted. Those who at Judgment Day were aquited. No poverty, no hunger, no illness, no old age or death. In this fine life one only finds good life. Good friends, good family, good wife. The Eternal good life. Not eternal pain, suffering and strife like what is meted out to those denizen the wretched citizens of hell.
Abu Lateef Babatunde