journey to Allah

I am walking down a long road. I have been travelling for a long time. Most of that time I was not certain of my destination. But now I am starting to understand. My feet are sore, my body is aching, I am starving and I know I cannot last much longer.
I see a bus coming in the distance it is slowly coming nearer and nearer. This is my last chance! I must get on this bus. I must join these people, they are people who know where they are going. If I miss this bus I will surely die on the side of the road!
I look around the people on my dusty path they have no idea where they are going. They follow any path they think will lead to joys and comforts but they always reach a dead end and have to start searching again.
I have been searching for a long time and I have finally found what I was looking for.
The bus rumbles to a stop infront of me. I peer inside and see people with warm welcoming faces, faith shining from their eyes. I slowly get on, my heart fluttering wildly, my palms stinky and wet. I don't know how I make it to my seat……….
I remember a long time ago I read a childrens book called "Cinderella" I believed the message in that book with all my heart. However, when my prince took me to his palace I did not live "Happily ever after" Infact I was more sad than ever. I spent many years crying in desperation "What went wrong?" and "If only I could have a second chance!" But alas! I was stuck forever or so I thought. I was furious at myself for being so foolish and choosing the wrong prince. But being Angry was not helping me. One day I realized I had to accept my fate. Unfortunately. I was hopeless and living in despair! I no longer took pride in my appearance and didn’t even style my hair.
Some people told me that this life was a test and that it didn’t really matter if you were stuck in a rut as it was all very temporary. But I was not convinced. It felt very permanent to me.
I wanted to be happy. How could I feel happy? I can only be happy if I find the right prince. But it's impossible I thought sadly tears running down my cheeks.
These people felt sorry for me. They realized I had not seen the light. So, they prayed for me. And I prayed too. I asked my creator to guide me to his light!
One bright sunny morning I understood. I became convinced that my whole beliefe system was topsy-turvy! Cinderella" has a fake and misleading ending I thought firmly!"Happily ever after" does not come in this world at all!
It comes after you die…… a muslim and Allah admits you to paradise!!!!
I sank on to my seat on the bus with a grateful sigh and waited in great anticipation for my pallace in jannah where I would live happily ever after.
This life no longer grieved me. I felt pain but it did not hurt me much. I had hope now. I was going home!
People wondered what my secret was. They wanted to know what made me so strong. I would reply "If my house burns down I will be sad but it will not depress me. Patience is my friend! I have given my soul to my Lord and he will give me an everlasting life in Gardens under which rivers flow. I don't care for this world it is a deceiving temporary enjoyment. I knew how they felt. They did not understand that the here after was better than this world.
I made a silent prayer for them.
My life is very different now. On the outside I still look the same but something was different inside. I play with children and do not feel bored. I smile at everyone and feel no envy in my heart. I even love disabled people and do not fear them as I once did. I feel a warm compassion for the week and poor. I enjoy their company to the company of others. They are simple and humble and suit my mood. I am humble as I know what awaits me. The standing before my lord on a very terrifying day. I am full of gratitude to Allah the lord of Muhammad sallaAllah alayhi wassallam who has shown me the light and guided me to it. Walhamdulillah rabb al- aalameen.

By Shakirah.

Sis Shakirah,

I just scanned and noted some small, mostly typographical errors, in your story. Insha'Allaah, it helps.

I am walking down a long road. I have been travelling for a long time. Most of that time I was not certain of my destination. But now I am starting to understand. My feet are sore, my body is aching, I am starving and I know I cannot last much longer.
I see a bus coming in the distance it is slowly coming nearer and nearer. This is my last chance! I must get on this bus. I must join these people; they are people who know where they are going. If I miss this bus I will surely die on the side of the road!
I look around the people on my dusty path they have no idea where they are going. They follow any path they think will lead to joys and comforts but they always reach a dead end and have to start searching again.
I have been searching for a long time and I have finally found what I was looking for.
The bus rumbles to a stop in front of me. I peer inside and see people with warm welcoming faces, faith shining from their eyes. I slowly get on, my heart fluttering wildly, my palms stinky (sticky or stinky) and wet. I don't know how I make it to my seat……….
I remember a long time ago I read a childrens book called "Cinderella" I believed the message in that book with all my heart. However, when my prince took me to his palace I did not live "Happily ever after" In fact I was sadder than ever. I spent many years crying in desperation "What went wrong?" and "If only I could have a second chance!" But alas! I was stuck forever or so I thought. I was furious at myself for being so foolish and choosing the wrong prince. But being angry was not helping me. One day I realized I had to accept my fate. Unfortunately. I was hopeless and living in despair! I no longer took pride in my appearance and didn’t even style my hair.
Some people told me that this life was a test and that it didn’t really matter if you were stuck in a rut as it was all very temporary. But I was not convinced. It felt very permanent to me.
I wanted to be happy. How could I feel happy? I can only be happy if I find the right prince. But it's impossible I thought sadly, tears running down my cheeks.
These people felt sorry for me. They realized I had not seen the light. So, they prayed for me. And I prayed too. I asked my Creator to guide me to His light!
One bright sunny morning I understood. I became convinced that my whole belief system was topsy-turvy! Cinderella" has a fake and misleading ending I thought firmly! (space here) "Happily ever after" does not come in this world at all!
It comes after you die…… a Muslim and Allah admits you to paradise!!!!
I sank on to my seat on the bus with a grateful sigh and waited in great anticipation for my palace in Jannah where I would live happily ever after.
This life no longer grieved me. I felt pain but it did not hurt me much. I had hope now. I was going home!
People wondered what my secret was. They wanted to know what made me so strong. I would reply, "If my house burns down I will be sad but it will not depress me. Patience is my friend! I have given my soul to my Lord and he will give me an everlasting life in Gardens under which rivers flow. I don't care for this world it is a deceiving temporary enjoyment. I knew how they felt. They did not understand that the here after (Hereafter is one word) was better than this world.
I made a silent prayer for them. (There is a missing quotation mark in this paragraph)
My life is very different now. On the outside I still look the same but something was different inside. I play with children and do not feel bored. I smile at everyone and feel no envy in my heart. I even love disabled people and do not fear them as I once did. I feel a warm compassion for the week and poor. I enjoy their company to the company of others. They are simple and humble and suit my mood. I am humble as I know what awaits me. The standing before my Lord on a very terrifying day. I am full of gratitude to Allah the Lord of Muhammad sallaAllah alayhi wassallam who has shown me the light and guided me to it. Walhamdulillah rabb al- aalameen.

my dear sister.

JazakiAllahu khairan dear sister Munaqaba
Also in the last paragraph, the word 'week' should be changed to 'weak' inshaAllah.
Sister Shakirah, will you like to repost your story here? or would you like to make a new thread and we could delete this topic if you prefer?

Barak Allaahu feki ya ukhti Aisha!

Also, in the last paragraph:

My life is very different now. On the outside I still look the same but something was different inside. I play with children and do not feel bored. I smile at everyone and feel no envy in my heart. I even love disabled people and do not fear them as I once did. I feel a warm compassion for the week and poor. I enjoy their company to the company of others. They are simple and humble and suit my mood. I am humble as I know what awaits me. The standing before my Lord on a very terrifying day. I am full of gratitude to Allah the Lord of Muhammad sallaAllah alayhi wassallam who has shown me the light and guided me to it. Walhamdulillah rabb al- aalameen.

There is a tense shift here from present to past. Just a simple change of 'was' to 'am' to have the tense match insha'Allaah.