Ahmad was a teenage boy at 16 years of age. He had two older brothers
and one younger sister. His parents were ones of excellent religious
character who tried their best to raise their children to the standards
of Islam. It was religion first then education second. They hated when
other Muslim friends or family asked their children about their
education w
ithout first being asked about their religious duty to Allah being performed.
Sadly Ahmad attached himself to the so-called glitter of life. He would
not pray while running off to the cinema with his friends while
spending time hours and hours a day talking about girls. When his
parents realised of what Ahmad was doing they sat him down one evening
for a very important Islamic talk.
“Ahmad, my dear son. You
know I love you from the bottom of my heart. I am your father who wants
best for you all as you are all my children, my flesh and blood.” His
father said to him in a saddened tone.
“I know.” Ahmad answered without emotion.
“Ahmad. By Allah, if you don’t like school you can come and work with me as long as you turn back to Allah.” His father said.
“Dad! It’s ok! I am 16! I have a long life ahead of me! I promise I will be good in the future!”
“My child. Did you control the timing of your own birth? Did you decide your own bodily features?” His father asked.
“No!” Ahmad answered.
“Then can He who brought you to this Earth without your consent at that
exact time, take your soul at an exact time without your consent?” His
father answered.
“Yes. But dad I know, I feel in my heart I will not die now!”
“My Son, before your birth you did not know that you will be born and
on what time, therefore you do not know when you will be taken back to
Him and at what time.” His dad again answered.
“I love Allah and that is enough for Him to forgive me!” Ahmad answered.
His mother began to cry and joined in the discussion.
“By beloved son, can a parent be satisfied with a disobedient son
though the son declares their love for them?” His mother asked.
“No!” Ahmad answered.
“Then the One who created the whole Universe, the supreme, the
irresistible cannot be content with His slave upon creation who disobeys
Him despite such a slave saying that he loves his Lord.” His mother
answered.
“You show your love for Allah by obeying Him and his messenger (salla Allaahu ‘alayhi wa sallam).” His mother continued.
“Mother! Why is life like this? Why must I do this and do that! I don’t
want to live my life in boredom trying to avoid almost everything!”
Ahmad yelled out.
“Ahmad! She is your mother! Show respect! Not
only that, but show respect to your creator who gave you life and gave
you a wonderful mother who loves you! There are ways to have fun in
Islam!” His father said sternly.
“How is Allah merciful when He sends people to Hell?” Ahmad yelled.
“Are you still alive?” His father asked.
“Yes!” Ahmad answered rudely.
“Then is that not an example of Allah’s Mercy keeping you alive after you insulting The Most Gracious?” His father replied.
Ahmad was lost for words. He got up and stormed up to his room.
“You are all so boring! Why can’t we be like other religions who say
enjoy life to the max? I am ashamed to be who I am!” Ahmad yelled as he
stormed up to his room.
Poor Ahmad, little did he know that the final count down of the last 10 days of his life had just begun…
►►The Boy who tried to escape Death – ch2
Ahmad lay in his bed fast asleep. The time approached Salatul-Thuhur.
Suddenly Ahmad woke up from the sudden shaking of his blankets.
“Ahmad! Wake up!” His father called as he shook him awake.
“For God Sake! Why? It’s only 1:00pm in the afternoon!” Ahmad called out as he stretched around to stare at his alarm clock.
“It’s only 1:00pm?! Are you insane? Almost the whole population is out
of bed, and you are acting as it is 6:00am!” His father answered in a
shocked tone.
“Why are you waking me up?” Ahmad moaned.
“Because you are coming to the Mosque with me today for prayer. I want
you to experience just one Prayer in your life!” His father sternly
called.
Ahmad moaned as he struggled to sit up.
“Now, I
will be up in two minutes with a cup of cold water to throw over you if
you are not out of bed!” His father said as he left Ahmad’s room.
Ahmad stormed off to the bathroom to prepare himself in a fit of rage.
20 minutes later Ahmad and his father were off walking towards the Mosque.
“Ahmad, I cannot believe you are so angry with the thought of standing before Allah!” His father said as they walked together.
“I could be at home playing my computer; instead I am tiring myself out
by having to stand for 10 hours in boring prayer!” Ahmad moaned.
“Are you crazy? No Prayer lasts that long, not even half of that time!
Now pull yourself together because the way you are storming down this
road seems to me you are suffering from constipation!”
“Dad! Those people must have heard! Yet again you embarrass me!” Ahmad yelled.
“Embarrass you? The way you are composing yourself on this street is
humiliating me, your father…Right here we are, now behave yourself for
once!”
Ahmad and his father entered the Masjid. His father
carefully observed Ahmad as he performed Wudu while trying to teach him
the proper steps of performing it.
Ahmad finished the Wudu with the sudden expression on his face seeming as if he had been working all day hard labour!
They both entered the Prayer hall and found a place in the front row.
The Muadhdhin called out ‘Iqamah and everyone rose to stand in Prayer
before their Lord. They all begun the Salat together with the Imam, and
Ahmad stood before his Lord for the first time in his life…
During the Prayer his father heard sounds of sobbing to the left of him!
It was his son! A small smile appeared on the fathers face while a
sensation passed through his body with pure intentions of happiness that
father and son stood side by side before their Lord in humbleness.
After the Prayer Ahamd’s Father looked towards his son and smiled.
“Mashah’Allah my beloved son! You see? Is there anything more beautiful than Prayer? You even cried to Allah!”
“No, no, no! I cried because I just realised that I left my mobile at home and I promised to call Mo.”
“WHAT! You ignorant little…” His father held his composure.
“You are telling me you cried because you let your friend down, while
feeling NOTHING every time you let your Lord down? Let me tell you
something! Allah has no need of you or any of us, so you better start
acting like you need Him, because one day you WILL need Him!” His father
quietly yelled.
Ahmad’s father got up and stormed outside and
stood beneath a large green beautiful tree. He stared towards the ground
and cried. The tears rolled down his cheeks and dropped to the floor
out of fear and love towards his son.
That day neither father nor son spoke to one another.
Another day gone, another day closer to Ahmad’s death. Nine days remain…
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Ahmad’s Father, Muhammad, sat at the breakfast table staring down,
watching the steam from his hot tea rise up into the air. Ahmad’s
mother, ‘Aliya, approached Muhammad and sat next to him.
“My beloved husband, what makes you sad?”
“It is Ahmad. I weep for him. I have had a hard life and never had the
life of a proper child. I was brought up in sin and I wasted so many
years of my life in which I could have spent my timing worshipping
Allah. All I ever wanted is to bring up a son worshipping Allah so that I
can replace what I have lost and look towards my Lord Allah on The Day
of Judgment with my son in my hand and smile towards Allah showing Him,
Most High, my pious son whom I have brought into this World with the
permission of Allah. Look what we have done! We have only turned towards
Allah now in our lives and our son is lagging behind! What if he died
now and goes to Hell? How can I live with that guilt…My son, my son!”
Ahmad’s father suddenly burst into tears. Ahmad’s mother could not
herself hold back the tears and both husband and wife comforted each
other.
Two more days have already passed and Ahmad has only seven days to live.
Ahmad lay on his bed, ear phones in his ears listening to music,
magazine in his hand, eyes and mind focusing on sinful star signs.
Hours pass. The sun begins to set. Ahmad jumps off the bed and prepares
himself for the night out with his friends. He runs downstairs and is
immediately confronted by his mother who is blocking the front door.
“Mum! What are you doing?!”
“I am stopping you from leaving the house! It is almost 9:00PM and we are about to eat dinner together!”
“What! I made a promise to Mo that I will meet up with him tonight!” Ahmad screamed.
“It is late and we need to eat dinner. Why is it your brothers and sister are so obedient and not you?”
“Because I have a life and they don’t!”
“How dare you? They worship Allah; they are doing well in their
life…Look at you Ahmad! Cant you see what you are doing to yourself?!”
“Move!” Ahmad screamed as he moved forward towards his mother.
With his elbow, he knocked into his mother pushing her over. She fell to the side knocking her shoulder against the wall.
“Ya Allah forgive my son, forgive me son!” ‘Aliya burst into tears
holding her shoulder. Ahmad’s father ran towards the front door to
comfort his wife. Before he could say anything to Ahmad, he had already
run down the street towards his friends. Ahmad’s father sat down holding
his wife in his arms, who had already collapsed from the pain and
sadness of what her own son had done to her.
‘Aliya stared straight into Muhammad’s eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks, eyes red with pain.
“Why? Why? I will die to save my son for the sake of Allah. He is a
part of me and a son whom I love. What he has done to me is like
removing my heart from me. I love him ya Allah! Guide him and protect
him…” ‘Aliya again burst into tears.
Ahmad’s father could not listen to those words without feeling his heart break into two.
Little did Ahmad know that in Islam whoever harms their mother, Allah sends punishment straight away upon them…
►►The Boy who tried to escape Death – ch4
Ahmad ran down the road towards his friend Mo.
“Yo Ahmad! Where were you?!” Mo called out as Ahmad ran towards him.
“Ah! It’s my parents again! They filled my ears again with all that religious rubbish.”
“Haha! Don’t they have a life? I mean, Allah says He is forgiving, so
as long as we believe in Him we will all go to Paradise as long as we
don’t harm other people!” Mo spoke without knowledge.
Mo and Ahmad continued down the road towards the local nightclub they usually attend…
Little did they know that a police chase was actually taking place just a few minutes drive away from where Mo and Ahmad were!
Five police cars continued to pursue a stolen car that headed directly
towards the road Mo and Ahmad were heading. As Mo and Ahmad joked along
the road they heard the sound of several sirens heading towards them.
One hundred meters away from the two, the stolen car traveling at 40mph
lost control and smashed into a parked car, skidded to the other side
of the road towards Mo and Ahmad…
Mo screamed as he jumped out
of the way while Ahmad hesitated. The car kept on skidding towards the
two and only managed to knock Ahmad with its side, thumping him with
enough force a couple of yards down the road. The side of Ahmad’s body
collided with a brick ball and he lay motionless on the ground. Mo
screamed as he ran towards his best friend.
“Oh my God! Don’t die on me!” Mo screamed in panic as he tried shaking his body.
Police officers ran towards Mo and pulled him away afraid of him causing more harm on the motionless body of Ahmad.
A few Police officers attended Ahmad while a few others arrested and restrained the criminal.
Mo ran towards Ahmad’s house in a panic. He ran up to the house and frantically hammered on the front door.
Ahmad’s father opened the door in confusion.
“Mo? What happened?!” Ahmad’s father said in a worry.
“It’s Ahmad! He’s had an accident!” Mo screamed out, almost out of breath.
“Bring me to him quick!” Ahmad’s father said as he quickly put his shoes on. Ahmad’s mother quickly followed.
Ahmad’s father and Mo approached Ahmad, and this time he was surrounded by a couple of paramedics.
“Is he going to be alright?!” Ahmad’s father asked one paramedic.
“He is unconscious at the moment and is suffering from a dislocated
shoulder. We need to get him quickly as possible to the hospital to give
him an urgent brain scan to see for any damage or clots to the brain.”
Tears rolled down Ahmad’s fathers cheeks.
Ahmad’s father and mother approached the ambulance in which Ahmad’s unconsciousness body on a stretcher was in.
“I want to come!” Mo called out to Ahmad’s father.
“No. Just go home and ponder on what has happened tonight and think to yourself why this has happened!” He answered.
The ambulance doors were shut by one of the paramedics, and the
ambulance then proceeded to head quickly towards the hospital
transporting Ahmad and his worried parents.
All was quiet as Mo
stood there, listening to the sirens fade away in the distance,
watching police detectives investigate the scene of the accident.
Mo turned around and headed not towards his home, but to the nightclub where he and Ahmad were planning to go all along.
“…Why should I bore myself at home? No one is going to stop me from
enjoying this night I already planned with poor Ahmad…” Mo thought to
himself as he headed towards the nightclub…
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Both Ahmad’s parents sat around his hospital bed as he lay there unconscious.
Suddenly Ahmad’s eyes began to flutter, and then after a minute his eyes slightly opened.
“AllahuAkbar! My son! How are you feeling?!” Ahmad’s mother asked as
she bent over holding her son’s hands with hers. Tears began to roll
down her cheeks.
“…When I saw that car coming towards me…I thought that was it…I was going to die…” Ahmad quietly said.
“How long were you waiting here?” Ahmad asked.
“About 11 hours. We made Salat in this room.” Ahmad’s father calmly said.
“…My parents stayed up for me all those hours and continued their
worship too Allah. I can’t even sit down with my parents for a minute
without having to do something that Allah hates…” Ahmad thought to
himself.
Suddenly tears pored from his eyes. Ahmad’s father cuddled him and asked, “What makes you cry Ahmad?”
“Em…Not sure…Just happy to be alive?” Ahmad answered rather confused embarrassed to tell his parents how he was feeling.
After two days in the hospital, Ahmad was released. His left arm was
supported in a sling so the shoulder could recover after the dislocation
it suffered. That night while Ahmad lay in bed resting, his friend mo
called him up.
“Ah Ahmad! I heard that you are safe back at home, that’s why I decided to call you up.” Mo said on the phone.
“That’s nice.” Ahmad answered.
“Listen Ahmad. Since that night was messed up and you could not go to
the nightclub, do you want to come down tonight? I was so angry when you
had that accident! You should have seen the girls I chatted up at the
club when you were brought to hospital!”
“Mo. To be honest, I really don’t want to go. Say if this is a warning from Allah?”
“Warning?! Are you mad?! Don’t tell me you are becoming an extremist! You know they have the most boring of lives!”
“They may have a boring life now, but they sure have everything when they die!” Ahmad answered.
“Come on Ahmad! We are Muslims! We will go to Heaven. Ok, we might be
punished in Hell for a little while, but we will all eventually go to
Paradise, so what is there to worry about? Besides, Allah is merciful!
He said if you believe, He will forgive you!” Poor Mo spoke without
knowledge.
“Hmm. I don’t know. Let me think about it. Surely
not tonight as my arm is still in a lot of pain, but tomorrow I will
give you the answer.”
“Ok. Don’t forget to call me tomorrow! I
have to now sit down in this boring house and listen to my father
reading Qur’an. Man! They have such a boring life; I don’t even know how
they can smile!”
After the phone call Ahmad sat down on his
bed in shock. This is the first time for Ahmad to let down an offer out
of fear of what Allah can do to him! Ahmad tried holding back his tears.
“…How can Allah ever love me? Look what I have done. I have never
committed a minute of my patience and time for Allah. I have physically
hurt my mother and yet she still loves me. How can Allah ever forgive
me…?” Ahmad thought to himself.
Another night has passed, and only 4 days until the appointed time of his death.
The next day Ahmad’s arm was still in a lot of pain. Ahmad rejected
Mo’s offer in going to the local nightclub that night. Ahmad spent the
whole day thinking about life…
Days pass and now we enter the final day of Ahmad’s life…
Nobody knows, not even the angels of death.
The day is Thursday. Ahmad wakes up early after having a bad dream. Fortunately his arm is out of the sling.
Ahmad slowly goes down the stairs and sits at the kitchen table.
No-body seems to be at home. He finds his fathers work on the table. He
picks up his work to move it to the desk. As he is carrying his fathers
work a small diary accidentally falls on the floor. After his father’s
papers had been put back carefully, Ahmad curiously opens up his
father’s small diary, and there written on the front page are the words
of Allah from Qur’an:
“”Oh my servants who have transgressed
against themselves (by committing evil deeds and sins)! Despair not of
the mercy of Allah. Truly, He is the Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.”
(39:53)”
Ahmad suddenly burst into tears. His hands begin to
shake and his vision becomes blurred. He flicks through a few pages and
reads the following:
“…I was away from Allah. I sinned against
my soul. Far away was I from Allah. I turned to Allah and then fell into
sin again when my two sons were born…” Ahmad flicks through more pages
and what he reads shocks him even more…
“…My little Ahmad, my
third son. He is five years old now. It is him who turned me back to
Allah. He saw me once watching tv and asked, “If a Sheik came into the
room and saw you, what would you do?” I answered, “I would quickly turn
off the tv”. My son answered me back, “But baba! Allah is watching you
all the time and He is more pure than all the Sheiks in the World!” My
mouth dropped. I felt disgraced with myself. I turned back to Allah,
vowing to keep my duty to Allah. My wife ‘Aliya also made the vow…”
Ahmad continued to read on…
“…My Ahmad has mixed in with the
wrong crowd. I see him moving away from his religion. I have failed. My
son changed me by the will of Allah. How can I change him? What of my
actions will make my son turn back to Allah?…”
Ahmad closed the diary, tears rolling down his face. Ahmad got hold of a pen and paper and wrote down the following:
“My Father. I have read your diary. I changed you when I was a child
through my questioning by the will of Allah. Your words of your diary
have turned me back to Allah by His will and Command.” Ahmad slipped the
page into his father’s diary on the last page he had read.
Ahmad got up and for the first time on his own he performed Wudu. Ahmad
put his clothes and shoes on and walked towards the masjid.
Unfortunately little did Ahmad know that Mo, his friend, was going to
take the same road as him! Will Mo influence him back to the road to
Hell? Can Ahmad influence Mo to the road towards Paradise? Will Ahmad
continue on the road he is on?
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Ahmad felt pure. A feeling of a happiness that is indestructible; and
this happiness is one that can only be felt after doing a deed pleasing
to Allah while continuing on a right path.
Ahmad walked down the street listening to the birds around chirping, praising Allah in ways He (Allah) knows best.
Suddenly Mo came around the corner unexpectedly.
“Ahmad! So good to see you again!” Mo called out.
Ahmad smiled.
“Where are you off too?” Mo asked.
“Well…I…To be honest Mo, I am going to the Masjid.”
“What!!! Are you mad?! That place?!”
“Listen Mo. You won’t understand until you open your eyes.”
“And are your eyes open?”
“I am at least trying.”
“Ha! You can live your life in boredom Ahmad, but at the end of the
day, some day I will be in the same Heaven as you, and then you will
regret not having fun now.”
“Mo! How are you so sure of entering Paradise?”
“Yes! Because Allah and His Prophet (saws) said.”
“We are in no situation to start interpreting Hadith Mo. Anyway, do you
really think that the people of Paradise will regret not doing sinful
things? In fact it would be the complete opposite.”
“I cannot
believe you have gotten brainwashed Ahmad. But I know a way to change
your mind…” Ahmad smirked towards Mo and quickly ran off.
“…Oh no! What is he up too..?” Ahmad thought to himself.
Ahmad continued on towards the Masjid.
As Ahmad walked towards the doors of the Masjid, the hairs on his body stood on end.
“…This is it…” Ahmad said to himself as he opened the door of the Masjid and entered.
Inside was empty. Inside was very quiet. Ahmad walked over to the corner of the Masjid and sat down facing the Qibla.
“Ya Allah! Forgive me! I am so scared of you now. I have done so much
that you hate, yet you did not take my soul…” For two whole hours Ahmad
cried and spoke to Allah. Tears streamed down his face. In fact, he
cried so much the carpet beneath his face was wet with tears.
Time past on. Suddenly the local Sheik entered the room and spotted
Ahmad. He stood for a moment listening to Ahmad’s Du’a. He was so moved
by it, his eyes began to shed tears. He slowly approached Ahmad and
carefully comforted him. Ahmad jumped slightly.
“Oh Sheik…I…I am sorry for…” Ahmad said embarrassed, but before he could finish the Sheik said:
“Ahmad. It’s ok. I see that you feel embarrassed, but that is good. It
is better to be embarrassed than one who shows off.” The Sheik said as
he smiled towards Ahmad.
“Your father and mother would be
really proud of you. But most and best of all, you have submitted your
whole self to Allah.” The Sheik continued on.
“I angered my parents oh Sheik. How can I make them happy?” Ahmad said.
“You have already made them happy when they see you now. Your father is very proud of you.”
“I mean, I want to get them something nice, as a gift.”
“Hmm. Well, you can get your mother some flowers or chocolate, and your father some perfume maybe?”
Ahmad smiled and said, “Wonderful idea. I will do that.”
“Here.” The Sheik said as he handed Ahmad two small pieces of paper and a pen.
“Write a small message to each of your parents and stick it on the gifts when you buy them.” The sheik said.
Ahmad began to write down small messages to his mother and father on the separate pages.
“Jazak Allah Kher Sheik. I cannot wait to get back and see my parents smile!” Ahmad said ecstatically as he got up.
“Barak Allah Fekum Ahmad! I cannot wait for ‘Ishah prayer tonight to
see you and your father come Inshah’Allah!” The Sheik replied smiling.
“You will see us both Inshah’Allah!” Ahmad answered.
Ahmad gave the Sheik a big hug and began to make his journey towards some local shops.
Ahmad spent some time selecting some gifts for his parents with the
money he got. He managed to buy some lovely perfume for his father and a
delicious box of chocolates for his mother. After buying the gifts he
stuck the small messages on them and prepared his blessed journey home.
Time ticks away…Not a single Human or Jinn on this Earth has realised
that Allah has just ordered the Angels of Death to prepare to take a few
peoples soul including Ahmad’s…!
Ahmad begins his journey home
still constantly seeking Allah’s forgiveness…Mo with a half dressed
girl in his arm spots Ahmad from a distance and smirks making his way
towards Ahmad preparing to perform his disgusting sinful plan…A pious
elderly Muslim lady prepares to cross the road…Ahmad begins to cross the
road…Mo quickly runs to the centre of the road and calls out, “Yo
Ahmad! Look at the chick I got for you! She can be yours right now!”
“…Oh no! Ya Allah help me…!” Ahmad says to himself trying his best to
keep staring towards the ground, knowing that his weak point are
women…The pious elderly Muslim lady begins to cross the road…And then
death prepares to strike from all angles!!!
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Ahmad stares to the ground and continues to cross the road�Shaytan
senses the presence of death and rushes towards his enemy, Ahmad.
“�Look at the woman Ahmad! She is beautiful! Look at her to get rid of your satisfaction..!” Shaytan whispers into his ear.
Suddenly a truck several yards from the group automatically looses
control. A loud screech is heard from the group as they turn around and
spot the truck skidding towards them! Ahmad sees that the pious Muslim
elderly Sister is in the line of collision! He drops the bags and rushes
towards the Sister.
“�By Allah, if I am going to do something
for Allah, I will save this Muslim Sister to make Allah happy..!” Ahmad
says to himself as he rushes to her and pushes her out the way. In those
moments the truck smacks into Mo and the girl he is with knocking them
flying into the air. Next in line is Ahmad. Ahmad manages to push the
elderly Sister out of the way but is caught up in the collision. Within
seconds all three teenagers are lying in pools of blood.
“Oh
Allah�I am scared�I don’t want to die like this�I did not even do my
full five prayers yet�I did not fast…” Ahmad slowly says as tears roll
down his face. Blood pours from the side of his body and skull.
The collision made enough sound for people to rush out of their homes.
Even the Imam of the local Masjid came rushing out. The Sheik spotted
Ahmad in the distance and ran towards him as fast as he could.
“Ahmad!” The Imam calls out as he rushes towards him taking hold of his bloodied hand.
“Pronounce Shahada!” The Imam calls out.
Suddenly a strange cold breeze is felt by Ahmad. In confusion he looks
up and what he sees is something he could have never imagined in his
life.
Two groups of astonishing angels begin descending from
the sky. One group shining like the sun. Wings spreading as far as the
eyes can see. A radiating beauty spreading from their faces and bodies,
with comforting arms stretching forth. The other group on the other
hand, have faces and bodies dark and terrifying, faces of extreme
horror. Sounds of thunder bursting from their mouths carrying tools of
torture within their hands.
” Lah He Lah Ha Ilallah!” Ahmad begins to call out.
The Imam smiles, tears rolling down his face. He spots sweat appear
upon Ahmad’s forehead. The Imam knew that one who dies with sweat upon
the brow is a good sign.
Ahmad still has no idea which groups
of angels are going to whom. Suddenly Ahmad feels a relief that no human
can ever feel in this life as he realises that the angels of
extraordinary beauty are looking at him!
Ahmad raises his hands towards theirs, wanting to get away from the pain.
“No more crying Ahmad. Come to us. We are your friends. We love you so
much Ahmad. We will look after you and care for you until you meet Allah
who is very happy with you!” The angels call out as their hands come
into contact with Ahmad’s. Slowly they take Ahmad’s soul more gently
than a caring mother lifting her new born child.
Tears flow
down the cheeks of Ahmad as he is left in absolute shock of what he is
seeing. He spots an unbelievably looking cradle like bed made of a
beautiful light of different colours being carried by one Angel. As the
Angels slowly place his soul into the cradle, another Angel sprinkles a
beautiful smelling musk never smelt by man upon Ahmad. Like little
twinkling stars, they slowly fall upon Ahmad like small colourful
snowflakes.
While Ahmad is being treated to this death of
honour, the other group of terrifying Angels of torture headed towards
Mo and the girl he was with!
Like a skewer being ripped through
wet cotton wool, the Angels tear away at Mo’s and the girl’s soul. The
Angels with Ahmad prevent him from hearing the screams of the two so
that he can be at peace as much as possible.
“Oh Allah no!
Please! I am a Muslim, I am a Muslim!” Mo screams as the Angels of
punishment rip his soul out, veins and arteries dangling from his body.
“Muslim?! Do not degrade the name of Muslim! You disobeyed Allah and
you lived in denial of Allah’s punishment! Now you will suffer for now
and forever!” The Angels scream out to him in thundering voices as they
throw his and the girls soul into a bed of dark black fire.
“May Allah curse you Mo! You guided me to this! May Allah give you a
double punishment!” The girl screams out as her flesh and bone is left
exposed as she burns slowly and agonisingly in the bed of fire.
“I did not force you to sin! You came to me willingly!” Mo cries out.
“Quiet! Save your arguments for The Day of Judgment!” The Angels scream out to them.
Both Mo and the girl look up and spot Ahmad.
“�If only I listened to Ahmad on the road I may have been with him
now�” Mo says to himself as tears pour from his eyes from both the agony
and the regret.
Back on Earth Ahmad’s parents have come onto the street to see what has happened.
Suddenly Ahmad’s father spots his son lying in a pool of blood on the road.
“Ya Allah no!” Ahmad’s father screams out as he rushes towards his son.
The Imam spots Ahmad’s father rushing towards the body. He quickly gets
up and tries to prevent Ahmad’s father from approaching the dead body.
“What happened?! Is he ok?!” Ahmad’s father cries out.
The Imam takes Ahmad’s father by the shoulders and embraces him in his arms.
“Allah has taken Ahmad back to Him.” The Imam slowly says.
“Ya Allah! My son, my son!” Ahmad’s father says as he almost collapses to the floor.
The Imam slowly helps the father to sit upon the ground.
“Muhammad, listen to me. Your son has turned back to Allah. I saw him
crying so much in the Masjid today. He was there for about two solid
hours all by himself seeking forgiveness. I had a beautiful talk with
him and he even bought you some gifts to try and please Allah in making
you happy. Best of all dear Muhammad, he pronounced the Shahada before
going, and not only that, but he saved an elderly Muslim Sister. He
looked up into the sky and smiled just before his breathing stopped.
Take this.” The Imam said as he handed the bag of gifts Ahmad bought for
his parents.
Ahmad’s father was still in shock as he held the
gifts in his hands. Slowly he lifted the gifts out of the bag. There he
found a beautiful bottle of musk for himself and a delicious box of
chocolate.
He read the following message attached to the musk:
“Dear beloved father. This is for you. I love Allah more than anything
and I will do everything in my power to make you and mama happy. I
cannot wait for tonight to pray ‘Ishah prayer with you at the Masjid!”
Tears poured from Ahmad’s father’s eyes.
“My son has made me proud! AllahuAkbar! AllahuAkbar!” Muhammad got up
and ran towards his wife who had made her way back into the house
seeking Allah to forgive her son.
“‘Aliya! ‘Aliya! Look at what
our Ahmad got for us!” He quickly handed the box of chocolates to his
wife and asked her to read the message:
“Dear beloved mother.
These chocolates are for you. I have hurt you both physically and
mentally, and by Allah it will never happen again. From now on I vow to
make you smile and never frown. I vow to make you happy and never sad.
By Allah, we will pray to Allah together, and Inshah’Allah we will walk
into Paradise together as one big family.”
“SubhanAllah! Lah He Lah Ha Ilallah! My son turned back to Allah!” ‘Aliya cried out.
Muhammad told her the story of what the Imam told him.
Nobody knew of the honour and beauty Ahmad was experiencing, while
nobody knew of what the terrors Mo and the girl were going through.
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The parents of each of the youth who passed away help in the preparation of the burial and the washing of the dead.
As an honour from Allah to Ahmad, Allah placed noor (light) within the
face of Ahmad’s dead body and a smile that spread across his face. Each
person who saw a glimpse of his face was left amazed at the sight.
“Inshah’Allah this is a good sign from Allah.” Ahmad’s father says as tears roll down his face.
“I am sure it is, Inshah’Allah.” The Sheik of the Masjid says as he stood next to Ahmad’s father.
Far from noor, the faces of both Mo and the girl were disfigured. Their
faces suffered major trauma from the accident, but little did people
know that this was from Allah as a curse upon their bodies.
The
first to be led to Salatul-Janaazah was Ahmad. At the front row Ahmad’s
father stood along with the rest of his children. The mother stood far
at the back along with the rest of the Muslim Sisters. Amazingly that
day, literally hundreds of pious Muslims with big beards and Islamic
clothing came to pray Salatul-Janaazah for Ahmad. Ahmad’s father
Muhammad turned around in absolute astonishment as he watched crowds of
Muslims trying to squeeze in for a space in Prayer. Muhammad was so
moved by what he saw and thanked Allah continuously in his heart for
allowing so many Muslims attend, tears poured from his eyes.
In
fact, there were so many pious Muslims that day, Salatul-Janaazah had
to be repeated three times to allow those who waited outside to come in
and make the Salat. Again, almost no body knew that this was another
honour from Allah towards Ahmad�
As for Mo and the girl, there
was a surprisingly major setback in sorting out the death certificates
etc, therefore preventing both of them being buried on Friday. Yet
again, almost no body knew that this was another humiliation upon them
for their disobedience towards Allah.
“AllahuAkbar!” The Imam
calls out for the start of the first Rekk’a of Salatul-Janaazah. A
feeling of fear and love of Allah passes through the air and through the
hearts of the Muslims within the Masjid without them knowing, as Angels
within the room constantly make Du’a towards Ahmad asking Allah for
mercy, forgiveness and reward upon his soul. The only sign upon this
Earth of this happening was the feeling of absolute concentration and
crying towards Allah as the Muslims stood in Salat.
As these
Muslims prayed towards Allah to ask Him to have mercy upon Ahmad, the
angels with Ahmad already arrived to the Seventh Heaven and had his book
written down in ‘Illiyun and back to Earth they headed. While those on
Earth prayed for Ahmad, he was being treated to a death of honour, and
yet an honour greater than this awaits him.
After Salat Muhammad turned around to the Sheik and asked with tears still in his eyes, “What about Mo and the girl?”
“There is a delay with their death certificates. The time the parents
are finished sorting that out, the burial most likely will be on
Saturday. Anyway, let us get going to the burial site.” The Sheik says
as he compassionately takes Muhammad’s arm and guides him to the car�
“SubhanAllah! My son’s body seems so light!” Muhammad says.
“Mashah’Allah. Those who are pious, their dead bodies seem light since
the soul wants to get into the Grave, while that of the disbeliever and
the disobedient, their bodies seem heavy since the soul does not want to
enter the grave because of the horrors of what they see.” The Sheik
says.
The closer Ahmad gets to his Grave, the greater his
anticipation and happiness becomes. With all the joy he is experiencing,
he does not even notice the surrounding events taking place!
The final time Ahmad’s dead body will see the light of day has now come.
Muhammad gets inside of the grave along with the local Sheik. For the
last time upon this Earth Muhammad takes his son in his arms and
carefully positions him down into the grave. For the last time on this
Earth, Muhammad looks into his son’s eyes and stares at him. The Sheik
spots the tears developing in Muhammad’s eyes, his body beginning to
shake with the sadness.
“Muhammad. Keep firm and patient.” The Sheik says to him quietly and calmly.
“Yes Inshah’Allah, but words cannot describe the feeling of burying my own son.”
“This is Qadr of Allah and this is surely a great test. Keep firm upon
the path of the Sunnah and Qur’an and you will meet him again face to
face, Inshah’Allah.”
If only his father sees the state of Ahmad
now, he will surely smile and cry out of absolute happiness. Little
does everyone know that Allah is going to send a sign upon them all of
the condition and state of Ahmad!
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Slowly the soil of the ground is thrown over the body of Ahmad. Minute
by minute the hole of the grave begins to fill. Family, relatives and
friends watch down in sadness, some crying out of grief, others crying
out of fear that one day they will be in Ahmad’s situation, dead.
They all sit around Ahmad’s grave until the time appointed. As they walk away
Ahmad’s father and his wife prepare for bed. Both kept very silent that night, only making continuous Du’a to Allah.
The next morning at Fajr time, Muhammad rises from his sleep smiling and in what seems to be, a very excited state.
“‘Aliya! ‘Aliya! Wake up!” Muhammad shouts out shaking his wife waking her up.
“Ahmad!” ‘Aliya surprisingly calls out as her eyes open up.
“I dreamt of Ahmad in a beautiful kingdom!” Muhammad says excitedly.
“What?! AllahuAkbar! I dreamt of the same thing!” ‘Aliya calls out.
“This could be a good sign!” Muhammad says.
Moments later the phone rings. Muhammad picks it up only to find the Imam of the local Masjid on the other side of the line.
‘Aliya looks into the eyes of her husband and notices his face light up with even more happiness and hope.
After a couple of minutes Muhammad puts down the phone and tells his
wife the amazing news. The Imam had the exact dream as Muhammad and
‘Aliya! After they made Salat and for the past hour, phone calls poured
in from relatives and friends. Allah has made Ahmad as a good example to
all, and has made all those who knew him to dream of his good condition
in the Hereafter.
That day, Mo and the girl were buried. Very few turned up to their burial, not even their own parents…
