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There were only 15 minutes left
before Salat-ul Isha. He quickly made
Wudhu and performed Salat-ul
Maghrib.
While making Tasbih, he again
remembered his grandmother and
was embarrassed by how he had
prayed. His grandmother prayed with
such tranquillity and peace. He
began making Dua and went down to
make Sajdah and stayed like that for
a while.
He had been at work all day and was
tired, so tired. He awoke abruptly to
the sound of noise and shouting.
He was sweating profusely.
He looked around.
It was very crowded.
Every direction he looked in was filled
with people.
Some stood frozen looking around,
some were running left and right and
some were on their knees with their
heads in their hands just waiting.
Pure fear and apprehension filled him
as he realized where he was.
His heart was about to burst.
It was the Day of Judgment.
When he was alive, he had heard
many things about the questioning
on the
Day of Judgment, but that seemed so
long ago..
Could this be something his mind
made up?
No, the weight and the fear were so
great that he could not have
imagined this.
The interrogation was still going on.
He began moving frantically from
people to people to ask if his name
had been called.
No one could answer him.
All of a sudden his name was called
and the crowd split into two and
made a passageway for him.
Two angels grabbed his arms and led
him forward.
He walked with unknowing eyes
through the crowd.
The angels brought him to the centre
and left him there.
His head was bent down and his
whole life was passing in front of his
eyes like a movie.
He opened his eyes but saw only
another world.
The people were all helping others.
He saw his father running from one
lecture to the other, spending his
wealth in the way of Islam.
His mother invited guests to their
house and one table was being set
while the other was being cleared.
He pleaded his case,
'I too was always on this path..
I helped others.
I spread the word of Allah.
I performed my Salah.
I fasted in the month of Ramadhan.
Whatever Allah ordered us to do, I
did.
Whatever he ordered us not to do, I
did not.'
He began to cry and think about how
much he loved Allah.
He knew that whatever he had done
in life would be less than what Allah
deserved and his only protector was
Allah He was sweating like never
before and was shaking all over.
His eyes were fixed on the scale,
waiting for the final decision.
At last, the decision was made.
The two angels with sheets of paper
in their hands, turned to the crowd.
His legs felt like they were going to
collapse.
He closed his eyes as they began
To read the names of those people
who were to enter Jahannam.
His name was read first.
He fell on his knees and yelled that
this couldn't be,
'How could I go to Jahannam?
I served others all my life,
I spread the word of Allah to others'.
His eyes had become blurry and he
was shaking with sweat.
The two angels took him by the arms.
As his feet dragged, they went
through the crowd and advanced
toward the blazing flames of
Jahannam.
He was yelling and wondered if there
was any person who was going to
help him.
He was yelling of all the good deeds
he had done, how he had helped his
father, his fasts, prayers, the Noble
Qur'an that he read, he was asking if
none of them would help him.
The Jahannam angels continued to
drag him.
They had gotten closer to the Hellfire.
He looked back and these were his
last pleas.
Had not Rasulullah [S.A.W.W.] said,
'How clean would a person be who
bathes in a river five times a day, so
too does the Salah performed five
times cleanse someone of their sins'?
He began yelling,
'My prayers? My prayers? My
prayers.?'
The two angels did not stop, and
they came to the edge of the abyss of
Jahannam.
The flames of the fire were burning
his face.
He looked back one last time, but his
eyes were dry of hope and he had
nothing left in him.
One of the angels pushed him in.
He found himself in the air and
falling towards the flames.
He had just fallen five or six feet
when a hand grabbed him by the
arm and pulled him back.
He lifted his head and saw an old
man with a long white beard.
He wiped some dust off himself and
asked him,
'Who are you?'
The old man replied,
'I am your prayers'.
'Why are you so late! I was almost in
the Fire! You rescued me at the last
minute before I fell in'.
The old man smiled and shook his
head,
'You always performed me at the last
minute, did you forget?'
At that instant, he blinked and lifted
his head from Sajdah.
He was in a sweat.
He listened to the voices coming from
outside.
He heard the Adhan for Salat-ul Isha.
He got up quickly and went to
perform Wudhu.
SUBHANALLAH we are still alive, and
we still have the time to change our
self so get to work, there’s no time to
waste, haven’t we wasted enough? —
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