Open Your Eyes To Islam
>A very powerful story
>hey...this is an excellent story !
>know its long...but its worth it, so READ IT..its very
>powerful...take a
>look :
>
>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 people 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???
>
lol...Teek taak me gotta go and revise!
kay: 
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