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The Heartbreak
from www.uponsunnah.com
Having now arrived at the terrifying bridge of Sirat, the fire of hell blazing from underneath you as you see people you love go, possibly your mother, your father, maybe it's that strange guy you once gave salam to - he's also here today. Your sweat dripping uncontrollably from the anxiety of it all, from the apprehension and the scare of falling and slipping. All you can think of is that If you fall then it's all over. If you dont make it through, everything you've ever known will have gone, and you thought before that this day would never come - here it is!
The tragedy of it all. The days that made our our lives were short, and today, we see the slides of our earlier existence back to haunt us. Will we succeed on today? Will we make it through this path? We see the righteous ones fly by us like the fleeing wind, and one of them is a person you recognize. It was that guy who spent his time memorizing the Quran while you were watching tv, but you remember him, his strength to fight his desires and determination to please Allah. It was that girl who spent her weekends with her parents and relatives, struggling to please them, while you choose to go out with your friends, driving around pointlessly, wanting to be seen and see what your eyes have not right to see, and for you, life was leisurely. It was easy for you to pursue your desires, delay your salat, ignore charity, and act immoral. You remember today how It was easy for you to amass money, to cheat, to deal with interest, and to freely mix with other genders. You loved buying new clothes, filling up your driveway with cars, your room with DVDs and music CDs, and think, that you would have fought to keep your collections. It seems that it never crossed your mind then to spend these blessings for the sake of Allah. Some invested for a day like this, and others in the world which has now passed. All He asked was for you to be grateful, but you choose to forget Him. Why not when life offered you everthing, and you believed in the lie.
You are completely naked today! So are your sins, everything comes out today. You've brought absolutely nothing with you, and you are all alone. You wonder where your friends could be, where are your past friends on a day like this? If they were worth committing sins for, then how come they are not here to bear this heat for you? Where is everyone? You feel scared, for all that you knew of, has indeed perished today, except your miserable soul.
You continue to be alone in the darkness, and your knowledge tells you that paradise is just over there, just across this path. Yet, it is so narrow. Paradise is very close, all you have to do is cross this path, and it will surely end. It is your single wish at this very moment, abiding in guilt and in sorrow, to be rescued from the anxiety. You soon see your brothers make it through, standing on the other side, and your cousins too! Knowing this, you want to be with them on that end. You remember how they used to remind you of prayer and to hold your tongue except in good, but you forever refused to listen out of sheer stuborness. You were always better than everyone. You were right and they were wrong. It seems that you thought wrong. Your sweat drips, and your eyes tear...
You turn to Allah desperately, "O Allah, let me make it to Paradise! O Allah, i implore you! By your grace, let me see the gates of Paradise! O Allah, they were only small mistakes!"
Tears.
The Heartbreak of it All.
On that day, that moment, you would give up everyone to be rescued. You would be willing to trade in your wife, your husband, your children, your friends, and even you parents, just so that you could be with the Prophet, , in paradise. You didn't choose him then but you now, you would. How come you weren't from the people of his sunnah and guidance? You quickly remember that this moment is too profound for you and the fire is boiling. You have become desperate, and you don't know what else to do.
The Heartbreak of it All.
Your turn has come, and you have walk on the sirat now. Suddenly, it happens. You slip and just like that, It's all over.
All this pain for a couple of lousy years.
These are our moments, and we shouldn't take them for granted. Let us not despair from the mercy of Allah, and begin to act upon our faith with utter sincerity and regards to the Only one who can rescue us from such a horrifying event.
from www.uponsunnah.com
Abu Sa'id al Khudri reported Allah's Messenger as saying: "When the believers pass safely over (the bridge across) Hell, they will be stopped at a bridge between Hell and Paradise where they will retaliate against one another for the injustices done among them in the world, and when they are purified of all their sins, they will be admitted to Paradise. By Him in Whose hands the life of Muhammad is, everybody will recognize his dwelling in Paradise better than he recognizes his dwelling in this world."
(Sahih al-Bukhari, Fath Al-Bari)
(Sahih al-Bukhari, Fath Al-Bari)
Having now arrived at the terrifying bridge of Sirat, the fire of hell blazing from underneath you as you see people you love go, possibly your mother, your father, maybe it's that strange guy you once gave salam to - he's also here today. Your sweat dripping uncontrollably from the anxiety of it all, from the apprehension and the scare of falling and slipping. All you can think of is that If you fall then it's all over. If you dont make it through, everything you've ever known will have gone, and you thought before that this day would never come - here it is!
The tragedy of it all. The days that made our our lives were short, and today, we see the slides of our earlier existence back to haunt us. Will we succeed on today? Will we make it through this path? We see the righteous ones fly by us like the fleeing wind, and one of them is a person you recognize. It was that guy who spent his time memorizing the Quran while you were watching tv, but you remember him, his strength to fight his desires and determination to please Allah. It was that girl who spent her weekends with her parents and relatives, struggling to please them, while you choose to go out with your friends, driving around pointlessly, wanting to be seen and see what your eyes have not right to see, and for you, life was leisurely. It was easy for you to pursue your desires, delay your salat, ignore charity, and act immoral. You remember today how It was easy for you to amass money, to cheat, to deal with interest, and to freely mix with other genders. You loved buying new clothes, filling up your driveway with cars, your room with DVDs and music CDs, and think, that you would have fought to keep your collections. It seems that it never crossed your mind then to spend these blessings for the sake of Allah. Some invested for a day like this, and others in the world which has now passed. All He asked was for you to be grateful, but you choose to forget Him. Why not when life offered you everthing, and you believed in the lie.
You are completely naked today! So are your sins, everything comes out today. You've brought absolutely nothing with you, and you are all alone. You wonder where your friends could be, where are your past friends on a day like this? If they were worth committing sins for, then how come they are not here to bear this heat for you? Where is everyone? You feel scared, for all that you knew of, has indeed perished today, except your miserable soul.
You continue to be alone in the darkness, and your knowledge tells you that paradise is just over there, just across this path. Yet, it is so narrow. Paradise is very close, all you have to do is cross this path, and it will surely end. It is your single wish at this very moment, abiding in guilt and in sorrow, to be rescued from the anxiety. You soon see your brothers make it through, standing on the other side, and your cousins too! Knowing this, you want to be with them on that end. You remember how they used to remind you of prayer and to hold your tongue except in good, but you forever refused to listen out of sheer stuborness. You were always better than everyone. You were right and they were wrong. It seems that you thought wrong. Your sweat drips, and your eyes tear...
You turn to Allah desperately, "O Allah, let me make it to Paradise! O Allah, i implore you! By your grace, let me see the gates of Paradise! O Allah, they were only small mistakes!"
Tears.
The Heartbreak of it All.
On that day, that moment, you would give up everyone to be rescued. You would be willing to trade in your wife, your husband, your children, your friends, and even you parents, just so that you could be with the Prophet, , in paradise. You didn't choose him then but you now, you would. How come you weren't from the people of his sunnah and guidance? You quickly remember that this moment is too profound for you and the fire is boiling. You have become desperate, and you don't know what else to do.
The Heartbreak of it All.
Your turn has come, and you have walk on the sirat now. Suddenly, it happens. You slip and just like that, It's all over.
"It shall be said: Enter the gates of hell to abide therein; so evil is the abode of the proud"
All this pain for a couple of lousy years.
These are our moments, and we shouldn't take them for granted. Let us not despair from the mercy of Allah, and begin to act upon our faith with utter sincerity and regards to the Only one who can rescue us from such a horrifying event.
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