He made wudu (the washing) quickly and performed salat-ul maghrib (the evening prayer). At the same time as he made tasbih (invocation), he remembered how his grandmother used to pray and felt ashamed over how he had prayed. She used to pray with such tranquility and such peace.
He started making duaa (worship) and went down to make sujud (kneel), he stayed there for a moment. He had been at work all day so he was tired, very tired.
He suddenly woke up by a lots of noise and shouting. He was sweating a lot and looked himself around. There was not much space and there were a lots of people, in every direction. Some stand frozen and looked themselves around, other ran to the left and other to the right, and some stood on their knees with the hands behind the head and just waited.
Pure terror and fear filled him when he realized where he was, his heart was on its way to break. It was Judgment day! When he lived he had heard a lots about the questioning on Judgment day, but it seemed to be so long time ago. Could this be something he was just imagining? No, the waiting and the fear were so huge that he couldn't imagine this.
He desperately started to walk from people to people asking if his name had been said, but nobody could answer him.
Suddenly his name was said and the whole crowd was split up in two and made an opening for him. Two angels grabbed his arms and led him forward. Without knowing anything he walked through the crowd. The angels took him to the centre and left him there. His head was bent down and his whole life was passing by in front of his eyes like a movie. He opened his eyes but saw only another world. The people were helpful to eachother, he saw his father running from one lesson to another and spending his health for the sake of Islam. His mother invited guests to their house with one table full and the other one clean.
He prayed: "I have also always been on this road, I helped others, spread the word of Allah. I performed my salah (the obligatory prayer), fasted during the holy month Ramadan. Whatever Allah asked us to do, I did. Whatever Allah forbid us to do, I didn't do it."
He began crying and thought about how much he loved Allah subhanu wa ta'ala, he knew that everything he had done in his life wouldn't be much lower than what Allah deserved and his only protector was Allah. He was shaking and sweating like never before, his eyes were fixed on the scale, waiting for the final decision.
The decision was made, the two angels came with a paper in the hands and turned to the crowd. His whole body felt like it was about to collapse. He closed the eyes as hard as he could when the angels started reading who would enter Jahanaam (Hell).
His name was read first!
He couldn't believe it, he fell down on his knees and screamed that this couldn't be true, how could I go to Jahanaam? I have served other in my whole life, I spread Allah's word to other. His eyes were blurred and he shaked. The two angels grabbed his arms and dragged him through the crowd towards the angry flames of Jahanaam. He screamed and wondered if there was anything, any person who could help him. He cried out all good deeds he had done, that he had helped his father, his fasting, the prayer, the Quran he used to read, he asked if nothing of this would help him?
The angels continued pulling him, they came closer and closer. He looked back and it was his last appeal, without hope.
Hadn't the Prophet (peace be upon him) said: "How clean would a person be who bathes in a river five times per day, so that the performing of salah five times a day could clean some of these sins?"
He started screaming: "My prayers? My prayers? My prayers?" The two angels didn't stop but reached the edge of Jahanaam. The flames of the fire burned his face, he looked back one last time, the eyes without hope and nothing left inside of him. One of the angels pushed him down, he found himself falling through the air towards the fire.
He only fell five or six metres when a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He lifted his head and saw an old man. He wiped away the dirt on himself and asked the old man: "Who are you?"
The old man answered: "I'm your prayers!"
"Why are you so late, I was almost in, you saved me in the last moment."
The old man smiled and shook his head: "You have always performed me in the last moment, have you forgotten?"
He started making duaa (worship) and went down to make sujud (kneel), he stayed there for a moment. He had been at work all day so he was tired, very tired.
He suddenly woke up by a lots of noise and shouting. He was sweating a lot and looked himself around. There was not much space and there were a lots of people, in every direction. Some stand frozen and looked themselves around, other ran to the left and other to the right, and some stood on their knees with the hands behind the head and just waited.
Pure terror and fear filled him when he realized where he was, his heart was on its way to break. It was Judgment day! When he lived he had heard a lots about the questioning on Judgment day, but it seemed to be so long time ago. Could this be something he was just imagining? No, the waiting and the fear were so huge that he couldn't imagine this.
He desperately started to walk from people to people asking if his name had been said, but nobody could answer him.
Suddenly his name was said and the whole crowd was split up in two and made an opening for him. Two angels grabbed his arms and led him forward. Without knowing anything he walked through the crowd. The angels took him to the centre and left him there. His head was bent down and his whole life was passing by in front of his eyes like a movie. He opened his eyes but saw only another world. The people were helpful to eachother, he saw his father running from one lesson to another and spending his health for the sake of Islam. His mother invited guests to their house with one table full and the other one clean.
He prayed: "I have also always been on this road, I helped others, spread the word of Allah. I performed my salah (the obligatory prayer), fasted during the holy month Ramadan. Whatever Allah asked us to do, I did. Whatever Allah forbid us to do, I didn't do it."
He began crying and thought about how much he loved Allah subhanu wa ta'ala, he knew that everything he had done in his life wouldn't be much lower than what Allah deserved and his only protector was Allah. He was shaking and sweating like never before, his eyes were fixed on the scale, waiting for the final decision.
The decision was made, the two angels came with a paper in the hands and turned to the crowd. His whole body felt like it was about to collapse. He closed the eyes as hard as he could when the angels started reading who would enter Jahanaam (Hell).
His name was read first!
He couldn't believe it, he fell down on his knees and screamed that this couldn't be true, how could I go to Jahanaam? I have served other in my whole life, I spread Allah's word to other. His eyes were blurred and he shaked. The two angels grabbed his arms and dragged him through the crowd towards the angry flames of Jahanaam. He screamed and wondered if there was anything, any person who could help him. He cried out all good deeds he had done, that he had helped his father, his fasting, the prayer, the Quran he used to read, he asked if nothing of this would help him?
The angels continued pulling him, they came closer and closer. He looked back and it was his last appeal, without hope.
Hadn't the Prophet (peace be upon him) said: "How clean would a person be who bathes in a river five times per day, so that the performing of salah five times a day could clean some of these sins?"
He started screaming: "My prayers? My prayers? My prayers?" The two angels didn't stop but reached the edge of Jahanaam. The flames of the fire burned his face, he looked back one last time, the eyes without hope and nothing left inside of him. One of the angels pushed him down, he found himself falling through the air towards the fire.
He only fell five or six metres when a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He lifted his head and saw an old man. He wiped away the dirt on himself and asked the old man: "Who are you?"
The old man answered: "I'm your prayers!"
"Why are you so late, I was almost in, you saved me in the last moment."
The old man smiled and shook his head: "You have always performed me in the last moment, have you forgotten?"
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