A conversation HRH, my 4 year old son, had with me the other day regarding life, death and God.
HRH: Ammi, what is 'dead'?
Me: Umm..dead is when you go to sleep for a long time.
HRH: On a bed?
Me: No, you go to live with Allah.
HRH: Where is Allah?
Me: He's really high up and no one can see Him
HRH: Is Allah a boy?
Me: No..He's not a boy
HRH: So why do we say He?
Me: Err...we just do. (Standard parental response to anything that requires too much time to explain or to which you don't know the answer)
HRH: Does Allah wear clothes?
HRH (looking surprised): Is he naked?
Me: No He isn't a human being so He doesn't need to wear clothes.
HRH: So what does He look like?
Me: No one knows what He looks like. He's not a boy or a girl but we just say 'He'.
HRH (looking unsatisfied by response but lets it go):So dead people live with Allah?
HRH: Does Allah play with them?
Me: No because they are asleep.
HRH: When will they wake up?
Me: There's a day when everyone who is dead wakes up.
HRH: Then what happens?
Me: Then people who were good go to a really nice place to live.
HRH: In a house?
Me: Maybe. It's a really beautiful place with delicious food.
HRH: Like chocolate cake?
Me: Yup. Lots of chocolate cake and other things too.
HRH: And the bad people?
Me: They go on a time-out. Forever.