How would i like to die
How would i like to die?
Interesting question isn’t it. Ok, let’s make it brief.
It should be when Allah is happy with me; I should be weak and helpless at that time but have not lost hope in HIM, infact be very hopeful from his side.
Then I would witness seventy thousand angles coming my way, each with a bouquet with him that has a fragrance I never smelled before. Each one giving me good news about the other world, telling me that Allah wants to meet me, informing me that the tests are over and I have succeeded, assuring me that I shall never ever experience grief and sorrow.
I am shown my paradise, my palaces, the beauty of the place that no one has ever seen, heard and thought of. My soul becomes restless to leave the body.
The angle of death places silk under my chin, I recite the Kalima and he begins to slowly extract my soul from the body. Aaaah, it would feel so soothing and the refreshing. My body and soul thank each other for the assistance in bowing down in front of HIS word. Smoothly and painlessly, the once one become two.
Every angel wants to take me to the world I was promised by Islam, the one that I believed in my whole life, the world of eternity.
I am accompanied by the angels as I pass through the seven heavens to meet my creator, my teacher, the almighty, the ONE who loves me more than anyone. At the same time, I am afraid, feeling feeble and ashamed.
Afraid that I wont be able to justify the blessings he showered upon me, afraid that I may not be able to answer the questions regarding the responsibilities HE bestowed upon me, afraid that I may be declared guilty by the most just of the judges.
As I approach his highness the fears and hopes grow exponentially, as I reach there to meet him He smiles at me and asks me how it felt to meet him. Out of words and speechless I remain half standing, half bent, still unable to believe the reality of the situation.
He tells me that he knows about the fears that I have and he tells me that he loves me, that he is pleased with me, that he has forgiven my mishaps, and that he has decided to bless me the life which if would been brought before my eyes in the world would have been enough to cause my heart to explode and that I was to be sent to the promised land, beauty of which human words fail to explain.
Outspoken I still remain, but this time because of being overjoyed, tears come out of my eyes. Oh, I feel so ashamed. With all that I did in my life, my Lord has forgiven everything. I don’t know what to do. If I could only go back in the world, get one more chance, I would spend my entire life bowed before him. Oh Allah, I am ashamed.
I am ashamed.
Interesting question isn’t it. Ok, let’s make it brief.
It should be when Allah is happy with me; I should be weak and helpless at that time but have not lost hope in HIM, infact be very hopeful from his side.
Then I would witness seventy thousand angles coming my way, each with a bouquet with him that has a fragrance I never smelled before. Each one giving me good news about the other world, telling me that Allah wants to meet me, informing me that the tests are over and I have succeeded, assuring me that I shall never ever experience grief and sorrow.
I am shown my paradise, my palaces, the beauty of the place that no one has ever seen, heard and thought of. My soul becomes restless to leave the body.
The angle of death places silk under my chin, I recite the Kalima and he begins to slowly extract my soul from the body. Aaaah, it would feel so soothing and the refreshing. My body and soul thank each other for the assistance in bowing down in front of HIS word. Smoothly and painlessly, the once one become two.
Every angel wants to take me to the world I was promised by Islam, the one that I believed in my whole life, the world of eternity.
I am accompanied by the angels as I pass through the seven heavens to meet my creator, my teacher, the almighty, the ONE who loves me more than anyone. At the same time, I am afraid, feeling feeble and ashamed.
Afraid that I wont be able to justify the blessings he showered upon me, afraid that I may not be able to answer the questions regarding the responsibilities HE bestowed upon me, afraid that I may be declared guilty by the most just of the judges.
As I approach his highness the fears and hopes grow exponentially, as I reach there to meet him He smiles at me and asks me how it felt to meet him. Out of words and speechless I remain half standing, half bent, still unable to believe the reality of the situation.
He tells me that he knows about the fears that I have and he tells me that he loves me, that he is pleased with me, that he has forgiven my mishaps, and that he has decided to bless me the life which if would been brought before my eyes in the world would have been enough to cause my heart to explode and that I was to be sent to the promised land, beauty of which human words fail to explain.
Outspoken I still remain, but this time because of being overjoyed, tears come out of my eyes. Oh, I feel so ashamed. With all that I did in my life, my Lord has forgiven everything. I don’t know what to do. If I could only go back in the world, get one more chance, I would spend my entire life bowed before him. Oh Allah, I am ashamed.
I am ashamed.
posted by MA at 6:48 PM
2 Comments:
This is so heart moving that it forced my tears to pop out of ma eyes.
Asad
This is so heart moving that it forced my tears to pop out of ma eyes.
Asad
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