“Welcome Home,” exclaims the recording of our GPS as our car enters the driveway of our current accommodation. Whenever I hear these words set on the mobile map, I start to feel relaxed. It’s time to take off my hijab, and stretch my legs, eat, drink, and simply unwind. My home is my comfort zone. There is no place like that.

But last night, for the first time, it struck me when I listened to those words, “Is this really my home”? I walked from the front yard and thought in my mind if it really were my ultimate dwelling? Then I instantly realized that we are actually thinking about relocating to some bigger place in a few months; it’s actually a rental place. And even if it were my own house, will it ever be my final resting place?

Is there any “rest” inside our homes in this mortal world? I started questioning myself. There is always something going on; some chaos, some struggle; from carrying out domestic chores to fights and uproar among the dwellers, to toil and trouble of living a fast paced life leading to the death of its inhabitants; there is no such thing as rest in our worldly abodes.

And as my restless soul was pursuing the veracity of the world, the word of Allah came into my mind and reminded me of the reality of my belongings including my home. The truth is, that as a matter of fact, we are living in a bubble. This world is a transit.

Even if I invest all my money and energy in building a house for myself; I can’t guarantee to live there, even for a day. And even if I were to live, I can’t expect to live there in absolute tranquility; because that’s not what God promised us to provide in this mortal world.

At that particular moment, the superficiality and shallowness of this perishable world hit me very hard; and I felt scared.

Actually, our real welcome party will be when the gates of paradise open for us and we are invited to go inside that.

“O soul at peace, Return to your Lord, well pleased, well-pleasing. Join my servants, enter my paradise.” (Quran 89: 27-30.

That is our final accommodation; our ultimate resting place, where there will be no grief, no hunger, no heartbreak, and injustice. And this idea merely is sufficient as a counselor for us.

It’s also a wake-up call for us in case we have forgotten the hereafter.  It’s crucial to ask ourselves every now and then if anything in this insubstantial world is worth losing the Paradise for?

Let’s search our soul to see if Jannah lies there as a permanent destination.

Let’s strive to get there.

Let’s pray for that.

“Oh Allah, I ask you for Paradise”.

Investigate and find out how truly beautiful and impeccable it is, and how to get there. It’s a lifetime job but will pay us in the end if we work hard for our Master. He is calling us there. He is Al Wuduud, and He loves us more than we can ever imagine, and is looking forward to saying “Welcome Home” to those who believe.

Home is where the heart is. And when your heart belongs to Allah; no place feels better than Paradise.


“For such the reward is forgiveness from their Lord, and Gardens with rivers flowing underneath – an eternal dwelling. How excellent a recompense for those who work (and strive)!” (Quran 3:136)