While In Heaven

While In Heaven
Her very presence was stronger than the catharsis I would have experienced had I beheld all wonders of the world at the same time. It propelled me through all levels of paradise there shall be. Her presence made the world before me the most beautiful place I had ever known. Without knowing it, I had shifted to a point quite close to paradise.  I began to wonder if the paradise promised to loyal and obedient servants of Allah is going to be better than where I was while she was with me. I don’t think anything can be better than where I was at the moment.



Without knowing it, I escaped from all my contemporary problems in her presence. All boundaries of my past experiences dissolved while she was before me. For me, she was like a hole in a wall; sunshine blazed in the world on the other side of the wall. I had been peeping through the hole with a  lot of hopes lit up within me for a long time; I was on the verge of leaping into the brightly lit world on the other side of the wall. This wasn’t the first time the dilemma was before me.  All the same, those few moments in her company were filled with ten times the bliss one experiences while basking in the sun on a frosty winter morning, albeit its evanescent nature.



It is quite surprising, but all of us want it to be a bit longer than the time it is with us.  Sunlight, along with its warmth and all the happiness it brings with itself, can never be with anyone for a longer time than it is destined to be. No one can ever have an idea of the exact duration while it is going to be pleasant and warm. After a certain point of time, it is going to be unpleasantly warm, I know. It is going to be replaced by a seemingly infinite lengths of a warm and dry day. The day is always quite a long one, although its precise duration varies with region.



There are places where length of day and night are equal all around the year, but these places have their own flip sides. Only those who live in these places can understand what it is like to have a monotonous menu served on their platter every meal-time each and every day of their lives. They yearn for the variety delivered at other places, while those who live in places with a huge amount of variety consider those living in places with equal length of day and night lucky. While with her, I found myself in a place where day and night alternated with each other with an equal frequency and yet the combination rang some of the sweetest cymbals I’d had ever heard.



Her presence was what made me appreciate the  beauty of  ordinary life that presents a diverse variety to everyone, and yet preserves its monotonous nature for so many of us. I hope she remains with me for a long time and doesn’t disappear like so many other blessings bestowed upon me.