The guide stopped in front of a huge gate that had the name of Maqrur written on it in gold.
Maqrur said, "This is my name."
The guide said, "This is your palace and some of your possessions in Paradise."
The door was then opened and Maqrur stood amazed at the scene. He saw a splendid garden that led to an extremely beautiful palace that seemed to be the product of imagination.
The guide walked in front of Maqrur, who was turning his head in great amazement watching trees and flowers that he had never seen before and fruit that looked like those of life but tasted totally different.
As they came nearer to the palace Maqrur was dazzled and amazed at its architecture for he had never seen anything so beautiful on earth.
At the door of the palace a group of immortal boys were waiting for them. They stood in two rows and bowed to Maqrur as he was walking behind his guide.
Maqrur greeted them, then in a whispering voice he asked his guide about their identity.
The guide said, "They are at your service and they will be responsible for serving your food and drink."
For a moment Maqrur stood thinking of his past misery in life, how he used to live in a cave in the mountain, whose door was only a rock that used to be moved by the winds and storms of winter.
Reading his mind, the guide smiled and then pointed to a wide balcony that overlooked an extremely tremendous and splendid scene.
In front of the palace there were running rivers.
The guide said, "Look at these rivers. There is a river of milk, another of honey and another of wine. However, the milk, honey and wine are not like those you have known in your life."