I saw myself in a wide green garden, more beautiful than I could begin to
understand. In this garden was a young girl. I said to her, “How wonderful this
“Would you like to see a place even more wonderful than this?” she asked.
“Oh yes,” I answered. Then taking me by the hand, she led me on until we came
to a magnificent palace, like nothing that was ever seen by human eyes. The
young girl knocked on the door, and someone opened it. Immediately both of us
were flooded with light.
Only Allah knows the inner meaning of the maidens we saw living there. Each
one carried in her hand a serving-tray filled with light. The young girl asked the
maidens where they were going, and they answered her, “We are looking for
someone who was drowned in the sea, and so became a martyr. She never slept
at night, not one wink! We are going to rub funeral spices on her body.”
“Then rub some on my friend here,” the young girl said.
“Once upon a time,” said the maidens, “part of this spice and the fragrance of it
clung to her body — but then she shied away.”
Quickly the young girl let go of my hand, turned, and said to me:
“Your prayers are your light;
Your devotion is your strength;
Sleep is the enemy of both.
Your life is the only opportunity that life can give you.
If you ignore it, if you waste it,
You will only turn to dust.”
Then the young girl disappeared.
Rabia Al Basri