Hell - A Purifier Poem by Nayyar Afaq

I love my Creator,
But I hate Hell.
It makes me scared of Him.
“Isn’t it against His mercies? ”,
Once, I asked to my mother.
“How can He throw us in fire?
To punish?
But why not by some way other? ”

She answered me by her kiss,
And smiled,
“He loves us more than what I love you.
He won’t, my dear child.”

That night, a sacred light surrounded me in dream,
And an angel whispered in my ears,
“Hell has nothing to do with flames or fire.
Don’t grow fears.
To its entire, hell is, but a purifier.”

-
(Poet: Nayyar Afaq)
nayyar.afaq@gmail.com