From Kayria

Bismillah,

My dear Beloved Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon you,

The journey of writing to you has been nourishing and heart opening. The first time I attempted to write to you I felt in my heart that it was an odd thing to do. Everytime I tried to write down a sentence I would not find the words because I felt that whatever I wanted to say you already knew. You were able to see what was inside my heart though physically there seemed to be no logic to that, but spiritually it made sense very clearly. God Almighty gave you the vision of seeing into our souls. Though I still wanted to attempt to write to you again, I loved that feeling of knowing that you already knew what I wanted to say to you. It affirmed in me the belief that nothing could stop your love from reaching me so long as I was open to receiving it. Your love was not bound by space, time or any wordly dimension. It existed in the realm of the souls.

To be honest this is not what I intended to write to you about. My intention for this letter was to write about how I imagined my meeting with you in paradise to be like. I will share with you how I imagine the scene of when we finally reach the gates of the glorious gardens that we have been promised by Allah swt.

Bismillah.

As the gates opened I felt a wave of beautiful, peaceful and joyful warmth rush through me, not because of what was now only steps ahead of us but because you were holding my hand. As we walked to our neighbourhood I admired the dazzling beauty of paradise from the reflection in your eyes as I felt no need to look anywhere else. We arrived to our neighborhood and entered the shared garden that connected our homes. Every time I opened my mouth to say something, you would turn to me and gave me your full attention as if all the wondrous beauty around us had disappeared and it was just you and me. The beauty of your character, which was so much more beautiful than what we knew about you in the previous life, would melt my heart and leave me with no words to say. When I regained my ability to speak I couldn’t get past the words “I love you”. When I uttered the first syllable of the phrase I was thinking I would follow it with an explanation of how much you meant to me. But by the time I reached the last syllable I felt like I had to say it again and then eventually I’d feel like I haven’t said it enough. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you ya rassul ullah”

As we walked to our neighbourhood I admired the dazzling beauty of paradise from the reflection in your eyes as I felt no need to look anywhere else. We arrived to our neighborhood and entered the shared garden that connected our homes. Every time I opened my mouth to say something, you would turn to me and gave me your full attention as if all the wondrous beauty around us had disappeared and it was just you and me. The beauty of your character, which was so much more beautiful than what we knew about you in the previous life, would melt my heart and leave me with no words to say. When I regained my ability to speak I couldn’t get past the words “I love you”. When I uttered the first syllable of the phrase I was thinking I would follow it with an explanation of how much you meant to me. But by the time I reached the last syllable I felt like I had to say it again and then eventually I’d feel like I haven’t said it enough. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you ya rassul ullah”

We arrived to our neighborhood and entered the shared garden that connected our homes. Every time I opened my mouth to say something, you would turn to me and gave me your full attention as if all the wondrous beauty around us had disappeared and it was just you and me. The beauty of your character, which was so much more beautiful than what we knew about you in the previous life, would melt my heart and leave me with no words to say. When I regained my ability to speak I couldn’t get past the words “I love you”. When I uttered the first syllable of the phrase I was thinking I would follow it with an explanation of how much you meant to me. But by the time I reached the last syllable I felt like I had to say it again and then eventually I’d feel like I haven’t said it enough. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you ya rassul ullah”

Alhamdulilah for the gift of being able to write to you. Alhamdulilah. I truly cannot wait to be reunited with you in paradise oh Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon you. Please visit me in my dreams many times. May God’s peace and blessings be upon you.

With Love,

Kayria

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