~  E t e r n a l    I n k  ~

I dreamt I was in heaven where an angel kept my book.
He was writing so intently I just had to take a look.
 
It was not, at first, his writing that made me stop and think
But the fluid in the bottle that was marked 'Eternal Ink'.
 
This ink was most amazing,  dark black upon his blotter
But as it touched the parchment it became as clear as water.
 
The angel kept on writing, but as quickly as a wink
The words were disappearing with that strange 'Eternal Ink'.

The angel took no notice, but kept writing on and on.
He turned each page and filled it till all its space was gone.
 
I thought he wrote to no avail, his efforts seem so in vain
For he wrote a thousand pages that he'd never read again.
 
And as I watched and wondered that this awesome sight was mine,
I actually saw a word stay black as it dried upon the line.
 
The angel wrote and I thought I saw a look of satisfaction.
At last he had some print to show for all his earnest action.
 
A line or two dried dark and stayed as black as black can be,
But strangely the next paragraph became invisible to see.
 
The book was getting full, the angel's records true,
But most of it was blank, with just a few words coming through.

I knew there was some reason, but as hard as I could think,
I couldn't grasp the significance of that 'Eternal Ink'.
 
The mystery burned within me, and I finally dared to ask
The angel to explain to me of his amazing task.

And what I heard was frightful as the angel turned his head,
He looked directly at me, and this is what he said...

'I know you stand and wonder at what my writing's worth
But God Almighty has told me to record the lives of those on earth.

The book that I am filling is an accurate account
Of every word and action and to what they do amount.

And since you have been watching I must tell you what is true;
The details of my journal are the strict accounts of YOU.

The Almighty asked me to watch you as each day you worked and played.
I saw you as you go to the masjid, I saw you as you prayed.

But I was told to document your life through all the week.
I wrote when you were proud and bold, I wrote when you were meek.

I recorded all your attitudes whether they were good or bad.
I was sorry that I had to write the things that were so so sad.

So now I'll tell the wonder of this 'Eternal Ink',
For the reason for its mystery should make you stop and think.

This special ink helps me keep my journal
Will only keep a record of things that are eternal.

So much of life is wasted on things that matter not
So instead of my erasing, smudging ink and ugly blot.
 
I just keep writing faithfully and let the ink do all the rest
For it is able to decide what's useless and what's best.

And the Almighty ordained that as I write of all you do and say
Your deeds that count for nothing will just disappear away.

When books are opened someday, for sure you shall see;
and behold the thing that tells what mattered most to you.

If you just lived to please yourself the pages will be bare,
And the Almighty will issue no reward for you when you get there.

In fact, you'll be embarrassed, you will hang your head in shame
Because you did not give yourself in love and charity to Almighty's Name.

Yet maybe there will be a few recorded lines that stayed
That showed the times you truly cared, sincerely loved and prayed.

But you will always wonder as you enter Jannah's door
How much more glad you would have been if only you'd done more.

For I record as God sees, I don't stop to even think
Because the truth is written with God's 'Eternal Ink'.

O When I heard the angel's story I fell down and wept and cried
For as yet I still was dreaming I hadn't really died.

And I said: O angel tell the Almighty that soon as I awake
I'll live my life for Him I'll do all for His dear sake.

I'll give in full surrender; I'll do all He wants me to;
I'll turn my back on self and sin and whatever isn't true.

And though the way seems long and rough I promise to endure.
I'm determined to pursue the things that are holy, clean and pure.

With the Almighty as my guide, I will win lost souls to Thee,
For I know that they will live with God for all eternity.
 
And that's what really matters when my life on earth is gone
That I will stand before the Almighty and hear Him say, well done.

For is it really worth it as my life lies at the brink?
And I realise that God keeps books with His 'Eternal Ink'.

Should all my life be focused on things that turn to dust?!
From this point on I'll serve the Almighty; I can, I will, I must!

I will NOT send blank pages up to The Almighty's majestic throne
For where that record's going now is my eternal home.

I'm giving all to God I now have seen the link
For I saw an angel write my life with God's 'Eternal Ink.'

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Two angels are constantly by each one to note one's words and actions.
One sits on your right side and notes your good deeds
and the other on your left, to note your bad deeds.
 
Surah Al-Qaf (50:17-21)
 
Behold, that the two (recording angels) receive (each human being after he or she has attained the age of puberty), one sitting on the right and one on the left (to note his or her actions).
 
Not a word does he utter but there is a watcher by him, ready (to record it).
 
And the stupor of death will bring the truth (before his eyes):
"This was the thing which you was trying to avoid!"
 
And the Trumpet shall be blown:
That will be the Day whereof of Warning (had been given).
 
And there will come forth every soul: with each will be an (angel) to drive,
And an (angel) to bear witness.  Qur'an: Surah Al-Qaf (50:17-21)
 
We have been blessed to receive this direct guidance from Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala's  Glorious Qur'an. Let us  be consciousness of what we do in our temporal life on earth and be self-vigilant in our actions, thoughts, words and deeds always keeping our eyes, minds and hearts open towards the spiritual world: for Death is the Gateway between the two. Once through that Gateway, it will be too late for us to realise how the things which we have neglected or looked upon as unimportant are the intimate Realities, and the material world of wealth and power or the world of poverty and struggle  which seemed to look important in our eyes respectively, in this world were shadows that have fled.

Remember "THE ETERNAL INK" will one day be VISIBLE to us.