Assalamualaikum,
to all my friends..
Hope this hits you as hard as it hit me
one day it will be too late
You need to read this till the end, because the interesting part
comes at the end, but if you dont read it from the beginning you
won't understand the end ...
Open your eyes and heart ... it's only 1 page long, full of
meaning & Wisdom...Hope u like it..Enjoy!
This is the story
.
He remembered his grandmother's warning about praying on time:
"My son, you shouldn't leave prayer to this late time"
His grandmother's age was 70 but whenever she heard the Adhan,
she got up like an arrow and performed Salah. He however
could never win over his "ego" to get up and pray.
Whatever he did, his Salah was always the last to be offered and
he prayed it quickly to get it in on time. Thinking of this, he got
up and realized that there were only 15 minutes left before Salat-al
Ishaa. 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 tranquility and peace. He
began making Dua and went down to make Sajdah and stayed like that for a while. He had
been at school 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 wait 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 people grabbed his arms and led him forward . He walked with
unknowing eyes through the crowd. The angels brought him to the center 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 beingcleared. 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
Ramadan. 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 haddone 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 eyeswere 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 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 [saw] 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 fallingtowards 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.
Pass this on to your friends and family, and maybe u can help
someone open their eyes........and who knows?? maybe this is a
good deed that can help you during the day of judgment....right???
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