02/05/2021
“I am lying on the bed. My children, brothers and sisters are all sitting at my bedside. Some close friends are also standing and overlooking my face. Suddenly I start to breathe heavily. Someone among the people sitting in the room is reciting the Quran. Everyone around is repeating with him. My breath begins to decrease. I open my eyes and look at something. The angel of death has arrived. I am preparing for the eternal journey. My mouth opened. My brother drops some water in my mouth, maybe it's the "Zam Zam" water that I had kept for the moment.
Then everyone begins to recite, “Laa'ilaaha illallaaha Muhammadur Rasoolullaah”. I lost my vision. I lost my tongue, I even lost my feeling but I can still hear. I can hear my loved ones cry in pain. I am not yet dead but I am almost lifeless. The angel of death does the final act and takes my soul with an intensive gesture. I have now left this world.
All my wealth, cars, properties, bank balances, contacts and connections are no longer used for nothing. My identity is my grave and I am called a "co**se". My relatives are preparing my grave and some of them think that it is inappropriate to keep the co**se inside the house too long. The house that I myself built and lived in shrinks into space for me. My bath is being prepared. I came out of the enclosure for the last bath. My bathroom with expensive bath fittings is not for me now.
I am wrapped in the white cotton shroud. I am locked in a wooden box to travel to my grave. My dear car is not for me now.
What then have I amassed so many worthless things for? Why did I lie to gain unnecessary wealth? It doesn't help me.
Woe to me because I wasted my life in vain. I forgot that my last trip is near and certain. Why have I sinned so much? Oh! I lost my game.
Now stop imagining. It will happen to you and me someday. So let's be ready.
Good deeds will make our journey and life in the hereafter enjoyable.
Remember: death is certa
