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A very powerful story
 Posted on Isnin, 08 September 2003 @ 11:28:05oleh Engku_Salina
Tazkirah Assalamualaikum wbt..

Please take a little bit of your precious time to read this.

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 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 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-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 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 Judgement.

When he was alive, he had heard many things about the
questioning on the Day of Judgement, 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 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
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 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 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 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.

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
judgement....right???

 

  Tazkirah


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Re: A very powerful story
oleh dalila2501 ([email protected]) pada Ahad, 14 September 2003 @ 10:57:30
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Assalamualaikum.
The story is very interesting.
And it was a good idea to present it in English so that people from another country could understand what you are really going to say.
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