On the other hand, when a Momin grows old he gets to feel more and more at peace with himself. This time of his life was meant to be analogous to a farmer planting seeds and then anxiously waiting for the time of harvest to reap the fruits of his toils. This is the time when a farmer’s happiness knows no bounds, musing over the many days and nights he spent in watering, seeding, protecting these plants. At last, now is the moment in time that he will harvest and witness the crop of his efforts. Similar is the case with a Momin. When he gets old his contentment is at its pinnacle: my labours are about to yield fruit when I’ll meet my Allah. Then, would not this to be a source of delight for him? That is only likely when Allah is there in our lives by and large.