Garden or Pit

The gift of time. Time throughout the ages. Every aspect of our lives. Through all developmental stages. Kitabullah, guidence found on all it's pages.

Like the fix stars. Bound by time, we are. To waste time is to waste life. We have no time to lose. Time is too precious to abuse. Proof, we despartely attempt to hold on.

Patiently persevering in the way of truth. In Allah's word we trust. To waste time is a great loss. Our individual earthly time slips away. As it did for those that preceeded us.

Our earthly time expires. And die we must. In order to live an eternity in the Gardens of Felicity or in the Pit of flaming fire 🔥.

By
Abu Lateef Ali Babatunde
© 2023



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