A few years back I had a vision. I’d close my eyes and picture a place I’ve been told about in Allah’s book the Quran. A fountain in paradise called salsabeel… One of the ways translated for the meaning of this word in classical arabic is “seek a way”… I seen myself there… Kneeling before it. It’s water so clean, fresh, and clear… Water is the greatest of symbols to me. It represents life itself. Without water, no life would be. It nourishes…it cleanses and removes stains and dirt… Purifies. This fountain… Made for the people of paradise! To sip from it.. To wash my face, my arms, and my feet as I do here on earth before I make one of my five daily prayers. To mention God’s holy name before doing so.. Bismillah.. In God’s name.. With all thanks and praises to him alone for guiding me here. In this vision I drink it down.. And that part of me which is inclined to sin, egoism, and rebellion is obliterated! I become one in nature with how the angels were made. In complete compliance with my station under the Lord of the throne. Glorifying him with all that I am with no fear of losing myself to what I feel. I understand then that I was Created for his worship. I pray with everything in me that My son and I make it to this place that is destined as a prize for those in this world who choose belief over disbelief. Who choose obedience over rebellion. The fight inside all of us to keep on the road there is real. So many things and people on it’s side calling us with what the darker parts of our natures hunger for in this life…but this vision I had… Salsabeel… Seek a way… To me it’s real.More real even than this worldly road that I’m walking on now. No one who ever lived will reach heaven on thier own my prophet taught. There’s no deed u can do however great, good, or noble that adds anything to God’s kingdom. It’s only by his Favor and grace that u get to him! I beg for him to set my path leading to him. To his Glorious and beautiful face. I accept his call… By his will and permission alone I’m seeking a way! Salsabeel

Published by Pack Redfeather

I am a walking contradiction of traditions some say. An African American and Native American Muslim poet with a personal life history as violently turbulent as a Storm. A visionary from the bottom of life’s social barrel striving to share the hope found in the light of faith through sometimes dark but real poetry. I’m a former member of the Bloods street gang, former serial bank robber, and both federal/state prison convict. I live on my mother’s tribal reservation of the Leech Lake band of Ojibwe in Minnesota.

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