My Dear Sons,
Z, you have been asking me a lot about Jannah lately. Nearly the whole morning today consisted of questions and talk concerning Allah (Swt) and Jannah. Sometimes I wish I could instantly press the record button when you ask the questions you ask. I’ve tried to record what I can remember of our conversations…
This morning, you asked me:
Mommy, where is Salallahu alayhi wasalm?
In Jannah, with Biscuit Naani.
Then you asked me:
Mommy, where is Jannah?
High up in the sky.
Will we take an aeroplane to get there?
No, special, magical angels will come fetch us.
It could be a long time from now. You might be a very big boy already. Big, like Daddy.
You began packing a bag full of all the things you’d like to take with to Jannah, despite me trying to explain to you, again and again, that it won’t be anytime soon (inshaAllah).
Mommy, can Allah count? (as you took out your Monopoly money that you got in the aeroplane)
Yes, Allah can count.
I’m going to give Allah my money in Jannah.
Mommy, do I have to bath in Jannah? (again)
Only if you want to. In Jannah, you can do whatever you want to. Whatever makes you happy.
Somewhere in between, I overheard you telling T something about going to Jannah:
T: I’m scared
Z: Are you scared for Jannah?
Z: Don’t be scared, Allah will look after us. Allah will take care of us.
Mommy, why does Allah make people die?
Everything belongs to Allah. We are all Allah’s children. You are my child, but me, you, Mama, Papa, all of us, are Allah’s children. Allah put us here to see how we will be with each other, if we will be kind to each other and so on. And then, Allah will call us back.
Will Mommy shout at me in Jannah?
No, my angel. Everyone only talks nicely in Jannah.
May Allah (Swt) guide me and you towards a clear understanding of His miracles. Ameen.
With all my love,