Friday, March 07, 2008

Keep time for prayers...

PLEASE TAKE TIME TO READ THIS AND FORWARD IT TO THE MUSLIMS YOU KNOW
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
tranquillity and peace.
He began making Dua and went down to make Sajdah and stayed like that for
a while. He had been at work all day and was tired, very 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 Judgment.
When he was alive, he had heard many things about the questioning on the
Day of Judgment, 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 centre 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 Ramadhan.' '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 Noble Qur'an hat 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 your friends and family.......
Maybe, you can help someone open their eyes.
And who knows?
Maybe, this is a good deed that can help you during The Day of Judgment.
(INSHA-ALLAH)
Strictly adhere to the five daily prayers at the fixed times.

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