He recollected his grandma's notice about imploring on time: "My child, you shouldn't leave supplication to this late time." His grandma's age was 70 yet at whatever point she heard the Adhan, she got up like a bolt and performed Salah/Namaz/petition. He, anyway would never prevail upon his sense of self to get up and supplicate. Whatever he did, his Salah was dependably the last to be offered and he implored it rapidly to get it in on time. Thinking about this, he got up and understood that there were just 15 minutes left before Salat-ul Isha. He rapidly made Wudhu and performed Salat-ul Maghrib. While making Tasbih, he again recalled his grandma and was humiliated by how he had implored. His grandma asked with such serenity and harmony. He started making Dua and went down to make Sajdah and remained like that for some time.
He had been at school throughout the day and was worn out, so drained. He got up suddenly to the sound of clamor and yelling. He was perspiring plentifully. He glanced around. It was exceptionally swarmed. Each bearing he looked in was loaded up with individuals. Some stood solidified glancing around, some were running left and right and some were on their knees with their heads in their grasp simply pausing. Unadulterated dread and misgiving filled him as he understood where he seemed to be.
His heart was going to blast. It was the Day of Judgment. When he was alive, he had heard numerous things about the scrutinizing on the Day of Judgment, however that appeared to be such a long time ago. Could this be something his mind made up? No, the pause and the dread were great to the point that he couldn't have envisioned this. The cross examination was all the while going on. He started moving quickly from individuals to individuals to inquire as to whether his name had been called. Nobody could answer him. Out of the blue his name was called and the group split into two and made a path for him. Two individuals snatched his arms and drove him forward. He strolled with unconscious eyes through the group. The blessed messengers conveyed him to the inside and left him there. His head was bowed down and his entire life was going before his eyes like a motion picture. He opened his eyes yet observed just a different universe. The general population were all helping other people.
He saw his dad running from one address to the next, spending his riches in the method for Islam. His mom welcomed visitors to their home and one table was being set while the other was being cleared. He argued his case; "I also was dependably on this way. I helped other people. I spread the news of Allah. I played out my Salah. I fasted in the long stretch of Ramadan. Whatever Allah requested us to do, I did. Whatever he requested us not to do, I didn't." He started to cry and consider the amount he cherished Allah. He realized that whatever he had done in life would be not as much as what Allah merited and his solitary defender was Allah. He was perspiring more than ever and was shaking everywhere. His eyes were settled on the scale, sitting tight for a ultimate conclusion. Finally, the choice was made. The two blessed messengers with sheets of paper in their grasp, swung to the group. His legs felt like they would crumple. He shut his eyes as they read the names of those individuals who were to enter Jahannam/Hell.
His name was perused first. He fell on his knees and hollered this couldn't be, "How might I go to Jahannam? I served others for my entire life, I spread the news of Allah to other people." His eyes had turned out to be foggy and he was shaking with perspiration. The two holy messengers took him by the arms. As his feet hauled, they experienced the group and progressed toward the bursting flares of Jahannam. He was shouting and thought about whether there was any individual who would encourage him. He was shouting of all the great deeds he had done, how he had helped his dad, his fasts, supplications, the Qur'an that he read, he was inquiring as to whether none of them would encourage him. The Jahannam blessed messengers kept on hauling him. They had drawn nearer to the Hellfire. He thought back and these were his last supplications. Had not Rasulullah [saw] stated, "How clean would an individual be who showers in a waterway five times each day, so too does the Salah performed multiple times purge somebody of their wrongdoings?" He started shouting, "My petitions? My supplications? My supplications?"
The two holy messengers did not stop, and they went to the edge of the chasm of Jahannam. The blazes of the fire were consuming his face. He thought back one final time, yet his eyes were dry of expectation and he didn't have anything left in him. One of the holy messengers drove him in. He ended up noticeable all around and falling towards the blazes. He had quite recently fallen five or six feet when a hand got him by the arm and pulled him back. He lifted his head and saw an elderly person with a long white whiskers.
He cleared some residue off himself and asked him, "Who are you?" The elderly person answered, "I am your petitions." "For what reason are you so late! I was nearly in the Fire! You saved me at last before I fell in." The elderly person grinned and shook his head. "You generally performed me at last, and did you overlook?" right then and there, he flickered and lifted his head from Sajdah. He was in a perspiration. He tuned in to the voices originating from outside. He heard the adhan for Salat-ul Isha. He got up rapidly and went to perform Wudhu.
"State Your Prayers Before Prayers For You Are Said."
He had been at school throughout the day and was worn out, so drained. He got up suddenly to the sound of clamor and yelling. He was perspiring plentifully. He glanced around. It was exceptionally swarmed. Each bearing he looked in was loaded up with individuals. Some stood solidified glancing around, some were running left and right and some were on their knees with their heads in their grasp simply pausing. Unadulterated dread and misgiving filled him as he understood where he seemed to be.
His heart was going to blast. It was the Day of Judgment. When he was alive, he had heard numerous things about the scrutinizing on the Day of Judgment, however that appeared to be such a long time ago. Could this be something his mind made up? No, the pause and the dread were great to the point that he couldn't have envisioned this. The cross examination was all the while going on. He started moving quickly from individuals to individuals to inquire as to whether his name had been called. Nobody could answer him. Out of the blue his name was called and the group split into two and made a path for him. Two individuals snatched his arms and drove him forward. He strolled with unconscious eyes through the group. The blessed messengers conveyed him to the inside and left him there. His head was bowed down and his entire life was going before his eyes like a motion picture. He opened his eyes yet observed just a different universe. The general population were all helping other people.
He saw his dad running from one address to the next, spending his riches in the method for Islam. His mom welcomed visitors to their home and one table was being set while the other was being cleared. He argued his case; "I also was dependably on this way. I helped other people. I spread the news of Allah. I played out my Salah. I fasted in the long stretch of Ramadan. Whatever Allah requested us to do, I did. Whatever he requested us not to do, I didn't." He started to cry and consider the amount he cherished Allah. He realized that whatever he had done in life would be not as much as what Allah merited and his solitary defender was Allah. He was perspiring more than ever and was shaking everywhere. His eyes were settled on the scale, sitting tight for a ultimate conclusion. Finally, the choice was made. The two blessed messengers with sheets of paper in their grasp, swung to the group. His legs felt like they would crumple. He shut his eyes as they read the names of those individuals who were to enter Jahannam/Hell.
His name was perused first. He fell on his knees and hollered this couldn't be, "How might I go to Jahannam? I served others for my entire life, I spread the news of Allah to other people." His eyes had turned out to be foggy and he was shaking with perspiration. The two holy messengers took him by the arms. As his feet hauled, they experienced the group and progressed toward the bursting flares of Jahannam. He was shouting and thought about whether there was any individual who would encourage him. He was shouting of all the great deeds he had done, how he had helped his dad, his fasts, supplications, the Qur'an that he read, he was inquiring as to whether none of them would encourage him. The Jahannam blessed messengers kept on hauling him. They had drawn nearer to the Hellfire. He thought back and these were his last supplications. Had not Rasulullah [saw] stated, "How clean would an individual be who showers in a waterway five times each day, so too does the Salah performed multiple times purge somebody of their wrongdoings?" He started shouting, "My petitions? My supplications? My supplications?"
The two holy messengers did not stop, and they went to the edge of the chasm of Jahannam. The blazes of the fire were consuming his face. He thought back one final time, yet his eyes were dry of expectation and he didn't have anything left in him. One of the holy messengers drove him in. He ended up noticeable all around and falling towards the blazes. He had quite recently fallen five or six feet when a hand got him by the arm and pulled him back. He lifted his head and saw an elderly person with a long white whiskers.
He cleared some residue off himself and asked him, "Who are you?" The elderly person answered, "I am your petitions." "For what reason are you so late! I was nearly in the Fire! You saved me at last before I fell in." The elderly person grinned and shook his head. "You generally performed me at last, and did you overlook?" right then and there, he flickered and lifted his head from Sajdah. He was in a perspiration. He tuned in to the voices originating from outside. He heard the adhan for Salat-ul Isha. He got up rapidly and went to perform Wudhu.
"State Your Prayers Before Prayers For You Are Said."
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