I was shocked, confused, bewildered

As I entered Heaven's door,

Not by the beauty of it all,

 Nor the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven

 Who made me sputter and gasp

The thieves, the liars, the sinners,

 The alcoholics, the drug users and the trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade

 Who swiped my lunch money twice.

Next to him was my old neighbor

 Who never said anything nice

Harun , who I always thought

 Was rotting away in hell,

Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,

 Looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jibreel (as) , "What's the deal?"

 I would love to hear Your take.

How'd all these sinners get up here?

Allah  must've made a mistake.

"And why is everyone so quiet,

 So somber - give me a clue."

"Hush, child" He said, "they're all in shock.

 No one thought they'd be seeing you..."

JUDGE NOT!!

Remember...Just going to Masjid doesn't make you a

Muslim  any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.

Every saint has a PAST...

Every sinner has a FUTURE!

Now it's your turn...

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