بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
When the sky tears apart, the rosy red appears, you could see it far away but also very near, who gets to look up at this?
Without any doubt, those who planted their faces in worship remained humbled throughout their lives to the point of extinction.
Gardens of perpetual blessings with rivers flowing underneath. Nothing the ear has heard or the eye has ever seen.
Leaves as big as trees, fruit by which the only resemblances are its names.
Whatever those who inhabit wish for or are suggested of, they will have in an instant, never will it diminish therein, a promise to be kept from Him.
The gates wide as forty miles as is said, they will be flooded by people rushing to get inside and see where they are staying, keepers at the gate will greet them with peace.
No ill speech that day.
This is a matter decreed!