Author: Sanusi Mubaraq
Lives are no more than a lit candle – sooner or later it dies out
“There’s not but our worldly life” is but a conjecture of the fools
A call to eternity, a call to make accounts
Eternity is a shoreless sea
A residence entered through the door of death
An abode with time inconsequential
With the pious ones in garments of silk living in gardens flowing with rivers of honey, wine and milk
And the rejectors of faith in the blazing deep pit
Voyage on the shoreless sea has begun.
