YOU WILL DIE!!

 Amran walks along the streets enjoyingly while listening on rock songs. “Nooooo!!!” The loud sounds and view in front of him makes him stopped walking suddenly. He is frozen for a long time and his hearts beating faster. It was an incident of mom’s cat who was hit by a lorry. The incident happened in front of himself. “Blaaacckkk!! Don’t leave me!! Please get alive!! Pleaseeee!! I love you,” cried a boy around 11 years old. He patted and kissed the cat lovingly. Also wipe his tears sometimes. People around him gathered the accident place. Then, the two cute kitten went to their dead mother and called her a few times like calling their moms to get alive. The sad scenes tearing people around him. 

The tragic scene flashed in his mind clearly. “How is my death will be?” His mind can’t answer it. The killer questions flew away with the wind after his phone’s ringing Inconsolable song from Backstreet Boys. Jane, his baby appear on the screen. “Baby, Are you free tonight? Let’s hang out!” said her with softing voice. The soft voice that always makes him lose to Jane. “I’ll take you out in 15 minutes later”, said him with a kiss as a closed of their conversations. Simple and short. He came home almost 3 a.m. He went to the pub, danced and enjoyed his youth with glasses of wine. His night was like a paradise for him. He bumped his body on the sofa in the living room. Just a silence then. Then…..

He saw peoples gathering at a house. The house looked very familiar. Walk closely. Step in the house. The house are in a sad condition. Most of them are crying. Hugging each other and keep crying. He knows them very well. His relatives, family and his friends. Including his baby, Jane. No make up on her face. Just a swelled eyes with crying. His mother looked paled. Blurness. He is wondered what was happened actually. Try to grabbed his mom but it going through. Confused. He tried again and again. But, still no response. What am I? Am I a ghost? He shouted out loud as he can. Nobody responsed. Nobody noticed him. He’s an invisible. Invisible.

He is walking to a room that peoples gathered. Recitation of Surah Yassin getting louder as he stepped in the room. Smelled something weird like corpse odour. Inside it was a wood coffin. Walking one step at a time. Sweating on a palm and feeling nervous. It’s me! The corpse is me! Shocked. Stood still. I’m dead? No way! Impossible! He cried as much as he can. He woke up. Touched his body. Looking around. He is still in his house. Still on a sofa. In a darken night. “I’m alive. It was just a dream.” he sighed. A tear running down his cheek. A creepy scened flashed in his mind. An expensive and unexpected word abruptly come out from his mouth. Allah! He’s walking to the toilet and performed ablutions. Wipe his runny nose sometimes. Performing solah tahajud and solah Taubat. He sinked in the repentace to His creature. The Only and Truly One God, A L L A H. “Oh Allah, The Most Forgiveness.  Here I come. I return to you. I’m a sinner. I’m a dirty slave. Please forgive me. I’m careless. I’ve done wrong doings all this while. Please forgive me. Accept me, Oh Allah! Please take my soul in husnul khotimah. I’m begging you. Thanks for reminding me……” Only him and Allah. Just two of them. Seek and beg for Allah’s forgiveness. Taubatan Nasuha. After an hour, he died on the right time. In husnul khotimah. Allah accepted his repents. He answered Amran's begging.

 

D E A T H

IT HAPPEN ANYWHERE, ANYTIME but ON TIME.

YOUR LIFE IS MIRROR OF YOUR DEATH.

WHETHER IN HUSNUL KHOTIMAH or SUUL KHOTIMAH.

 

ALLAH SWT SAYS:

كُلُّ نَفۡسٍ۬ ذَآٮِٕقَةُ ٱلۡمَوۡتِ‌ۗ وَإِنَّمَا تُوَفَّوۡنَ أُجُورَڪُمۡ يَوۡمَ ٱلۡقِيَـٰمَةِ‌ۖ فَمَن زُحۡزِحَ عَنِ ٱلنَّارِ وَأُدۡخِلَ ٱلۡجَنَّةَ فَقَدۡ فَازَ‌ۗ وَمَا ٱلۡحَيَوٰةُ ٱلدُّنۡيَآ إِلَّا مَتَـٰعُ ٱلۡغُرُورِ (١٨٥)

Every soul will taste of death. And ye will be paid on the Day of Resurrection only that which ye have fairly earned. Whoso is removed from the Fire and is made to enter paradise, he indeed is triumphant. The life of this world is but comfort of illusion.
Surah Ali- Imran : (185)