Thursday, June 11, 2015

Death - Islamic

I am lying on the bed. My children,
brothers and sisters are all sitting by
my bedside. Some close friends too
are standing and overlooking my face.
Suddenly I start breathing with long
breaths. Someone among the people
sitting in the room. Everyone around
repeats with the reciter. My breath
starts to ease out. I am opening my
eyes and looking at something. Angel
of death has arrived. I am getting late
for the eternal journey. My mouth has
opened up. My brother is dropping
some water into my mouth, it is
perhaps the "Zam Zam" water which I
had preserved for the very moment.
Then everyone starts to recite,
"Laa'ilaaha illallaaha Muhammadur
Rasoolullaah". I have lost my vision. I
have lost my tongue, I have even lost
my sensation but I can still hear. I
can hear my loved ones weeping in
grief. I'm not dead yet but I am almost
lifeless. Angel of death makes the
final act and takes my soul out with
an intensive jerk. I have now left this
world.
All my wealth, cars, properties, bank
balances, contacts and connections
are of no use now. My identity is my
grave and I am being referred to as
'dead body'. My near ones are
preparing my grave and some of them
think it as inauspicious to keep the
dead body inside the house for too
long. The house which I myself built
and lived in is shrinking in space for
me. My bath is being prepared. I am
taken out in the compound for the
final bath. My bathroom fitted with
expensive bath fittings is not for me
now.
I am being wrapped in the white
cotton shroud. I am boxed in a
wooden box for the travel to my
grave. My expensive car is not for me
now.
For what then did I amass so many
worthless things. Why did I lie to
earn the useless wealth. It is of no
use to me. Woe to me for I wasted my
life in vain. I forgot that my last
journey is near and certain. Why did I
sin so much ? Oh! I have lost my
game.
Now stop imagining This is going to
happen one day with you and me. So
be prepared. Good deeds will make
your journey and the life of the
Hereafteru pleasant. Remember death.
It is certain. It is so near. This world
is just a short dream..... WAKE UP B4
ITS TOO LATE!
A Beautiful Hadith
Rasulullah ( ﺻﻞ ﺍﻟﻠﻪ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﻭﺳﻠﻢ ) said:
'When a man dies and his relatives
are busy in funeral, there stands an
extremely handsome man by his
head. When the dead body is
shrouded, that man gets in between
the shroud and the chest of the
deceased. When after the burial, the
people return home, 2 angels, Munkar
and Nakeer(names of two special
Angels), come in the grave and try to
separate this handsome man so that
they may be able to interrogate the
dead man in privacy about his faith.
But the handsome man says, 'He is
my companion, he is my friend. I will
not leave him alone in any case. If
you are appointed for interrogation,
do your job.. I cannot leave him until
I get him admitted into Paradise '.
Thereafter he turns to his dead
companion and says, 'I am the
Qur'an, which you used to read,
sometimes in a loud voice and
sometimes in a low voice. Do not
worry. After the interrogation of
Munkar and Naker, you will have no
grief..' When the interrogation is over,
the handsome man arranges for him
from Al-Mala'ul A'laa (the angels in
Heaven) silk bedding filled with
musk.
Rasulullah( ﺻﻞ ﺍﻟﻠﻪ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﻭﺳﻠﻢ ) said: 'On
the Day of Judgement, before Allah,
no other Intercessor will have a
greater status than the Qur'an,
neither a Prophet nor an angel.'
Please keep forwarding this 'Hadith'
to all ....because Rasulullah ( ﺻﻞ ﺍﻟﻠﻪ
ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﻭﺳﻠﻢ )
said: 'Pass on knowledge from me
even if it is only one verse'. May
Allah bestow this favour on all of us.
ﺍﻣﻴﻦ ﻳﺎﺭﺏ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﻟﻤﻴﻦ
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message in the next seven days
would reach at least FIVE MILLION all
over the world, Insha-Allah. Please
forward thise message TODAY to your
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ﺍﻟﻠﻪ ...
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collapses. When he sees U reading it,
he faints. When you're about to
forward this, he will try to discourage
U.

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