he remember his grandmother

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 angels 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....right???