Ke Imam Naat - Meera Waliyo

He was standing on the plains of Hashr, the Day of Judgment. The sun was merciless. The scholars were holding their heavy ink pots and scrolls, their faces pale with the terror of their own deeds. Kings were weeping as their crowns melted.

“Son, burn your ego until only the love for the Prophet remains. When you have nothing left to prove, He will become your Imam. Meera Waliyo ke Imam… Ya Rasulullah.” meera waliyo ke imam naat

She was holding the hem of a magnificent, emerald cloak. Zaid looked up. He was standing on the plains of Hashr, the Day of Judgment

Amma Jaan stopped. Tears welled in her milky eyes, not from shame, but from a deeper pain. “Beta,” she said softly, “I am drowning. My sins are a heavy ocean. I cannot swim through the waves of Arabic grammar. I only know how to cry his name. Tell me… will he reject me?” Kings were weeping as their crowns melted

Zaid scoffed and walked away, determined to prove her ignorance.