Hi Guys!
This is an interesting story, I don’t know if it is true.
If any of you guys know anything else about this story then let me
know.
Love & Peace Bro’s!
A Very Powerful Story
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 was
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 and he 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 angels 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 [saw] 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 ur 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???
