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A very powerful story

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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 people 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?

Ekleme Tarihi: 19.11.2003 - 22:14

	((( ... )))

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Kayıt Tarihi: 19.09.2003

En Son On: 03.08.2006 - 02:19

Cinsiyeti: -----

I truly can say that this story has moved many feelings in me. Thank you very much and May Allah´s blessing and merci be upon you my dear friend.

With all my respect and sincere Greets

Ekleme Tarihi: 19.11.2003 - 22:21

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Doomsday

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Kayıt Tarihi: 15.10.2003

En Son On: 07.11.2005 - 07:47

Cinsiyeti: Erkek

Peace be upon you good and submitted ones,

Good stories always have place in my memory.

Thanks for the refreshment that resulted from your nice story.

Be consigned to the Lord Almighty.

Ekleme Tarihi: 28.12.2003 - 15:17

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