Have you ever seen a person die?

[maisha]

SubhanAllah. May Allah forgive her and grant her Paradise. Ameen


My dad (Rahimahullah) died while I was sitting next to him. He was experiencing multiple organ failure and all we could do was watch. I can't describe the moment we were told he wasn't going to live. The pain is indescribable. I remember I'd been staying with him since he'd been admitted to hospital for minor surgery, and that particular day, I'd gone home for a shower and change of clothing. I hadn't been home long when my brother called me to tell me the bad news. I could barely drive as I was crying so hard. It was surreal. I felt I was going to die too. The news is a loved one is dying is harder to take than the death itself. I remember rocking as I cried in hospital when the nurse said, he's body is struggling to survive. In my head I could picture my dad's vital organs fighting for survival. That hurt so badly and I cried and cried. Then a strange calmness took over as it dawned on me that if this is what Allah willed then I should just pray He makes me dad's passing easy for him. I wasn't 'fully' practicing then but hamdulillah Allah gave me the idea that we all recite Surah Yasin at my father's side.


I thank Allah, He gave us the opportunity to be with our father during his last days, and to talk to him. He drifted in and out of consciousness for 2-3 days, and passed away at dawn - just as my and brother decided to take a nap by his bedside. I'd just closed my eyes when I heard the respirator stop. I hoped he was still alive, even though I could see the monitor had flat-lined. It sounds stupid now but we actually asked the nurse if he'd gone as if the monitor was lying. To be honest, in the days leading up to my dad's death, I'd wondered how I'd react when it happened. I wasn't sure how it'd feel. And then, when it happened, I didn't.... couldn't cry... I was unbelievably calm and kissed my dad's face and covered him with the blanket properly so he won't feel cold. I know that sounds strange since I knew he couldn't feel anything. And I remember looking up and thinking my dad's soul is left his body and what lies here is just a shell. I felt a lot of guilt after my dad's death. I felt I hadn't visited him enough when he was alive. I felt the 'roof over my head' had been snatched away. I felt extremely vulnerable, like being in a house with no door to close against the world. No matter how our parents are, we should cherish them.They can never be replaced. Once they are gone, they are gone forever. Cherish them while you have the chance. May Allah forgive and grant our deceased Jannatul Firdaws. Ameen.

:wa:

that story is awfully sad :
thank you for sharing that story because it made me appreciate my family more. and i prey for your family imsad

 

[Danah]

I am very sorry for everybody lose here............your posts bring tears to my eyes

Alhumdulilah I hadn't experience such thing in my life.

Scents of Jannah.........your story made me cry!!! May Allah have mercy on your father soul

 

[Grace Seeker]

I have been present for many deaths. That is not unusual, as I am a pastor and I am often called to the bedside of people who are dying or to be with the family of the dying in order to provide spiritual comfort and guidance.

But, by far, the most personal of all the deaths I have witnessed is the death of my own mother. It was a year ago, and I shared some of that with the folks here on LI. Again, thanks to those who were so kind in your response to me at the time.

To answer the question of my own experience with it, as this New Year's was the anniversary of her passing it was also a time for some reflection. And what I recall is the peace that I had at the time. My mother had been admitted to the hospital a few days before. She had been ill for several months and not taking good care of herself prior, and so after one hospitalization that summer, I told her that she simply needed to be someplace else where people could and would look after her until she was better able to look after herself again. Of course we hoped that she would get better, but we came to realize this would never happen. One of the reasons that she was failing to make good decisions in taking care of herself was that she was experiencing the onset of dementia. But while she wasn't making good decisions about what to eat, dressing herself or even keeping herself clean, she was still able to otherwise engage in conversation and I moved her from being 4 hours away to be close to me, only 4 minutes away. And because of that I was able to see her on an every day basis. And though she missed some of her older friends, the best ones still came to visit and she was able to make new ones. She seemed content with this.

Then, while out of town, I got the call that she had been taken to the hospital emergency room. The nursing home told me they had found her unresponsive, but that she had come around quickly and they only transferred her to the hospital as a precaution. By the time I arrived at the hospital, they were able to confirm that she had had a heart attack. However, she was awake and able to talk with me. I stayed awhile, but she grew tired and wanted to sleep. So, since I had not yet been home, I said "good-bye, I love, be back soon" and returned home briefly while she was transferred from the ER to the ICU. When I got back to the hospital a little while later they had here settle in the ICU, but she was still asleep. The doctors were able to fill me in a little bit more that it had been a serious heart attack, and that the prognosis was not especially good. It's been awhile now, so I don't remember all the details any more, but I knew it was time to call the rest of the family. My brother came down, and my dad also (though my parents had divorced 25 years ago). More than once we were told that she wouldn't make it through the night, but she did. She had requested that no heroic measures be taken, and had indicated to me months before when she was well and during that time in the ER that she was ready to go. So, according to her wishes, we just provided palative care. And at 2:19 AM, January 1, 2009, surrounded by her family her heart began to beat erractically and then slowed to a stop. She was gone. Strangely, I didn't cry. I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead and told her I loved her again.

I find myself tearing up as I type this, but it isn't a sadness. There is actually joy in remembering those months we had at the end of her life where we connected again like we hadn't done in years. And there is a sense of peace in that the family I had grown up in was united again in that most precious moment. My dad shared with me and my brother in those final hours stories things he had never shared before of how they had met and their relationship had developed. Hard as it was to lose my mom, it was still a blessed time that I will always cherish and for which I thank God for giving us a chance to say good-bye in the way that we did.

 

[Allaah Knows]

SubhaanAllaah
Allaah ta`aalaa grant us all sabrun jameel.

I have but only in my dreams. A memorable one being in the Ramadhaan passed. A bro attaining shahaadah. Lots of noor around him and shouts of takbeer. Allaahu Akbar.

 

[Woodrow]

A fact of life, unless you are the first to die, you will witness death countless times, we all loose family, friends, acquaintances and witness the death of strangers. We humans go through many stages of thoughts about death as we travel through life. At different times we experience extreme grief, confusion, curiosity and other emotions. But, the older we get and the more often we see death we begin to see it it a new light and it becomes a thing of beauty that we must earn the right to. We can not grab it on our own, it is a gift that will come to us and hopefully we will be prepared to accept it as the gift it is.

We are saddened at the death of those we love. But, be not sad because they have died, be sad because you have lost the pleasure of their closeness. Cry over the sadness of the loss, but understand that their death is as much a part of their life as their birth was. Like birth, death is no more and no less than another step in life. Death is always fair, just and needed and each of us will die at the moment best for us. Some may have led a life that will bring them to eternal hell-fire. Rejoice for them as they have been spared from committing further sins that would have increased the pains of their eternal punishment. Some will die on the road to Jannah, rejoice for them as they will at last enjoy the pleasures earned by their lives.

Do not seek death as that will deprive you of the rewards brought by passing the trials only life can bring. Understand always that death is a gift and in order to enjoy a gift we must accept it as a gift and show we are ready to appreciate it.

Always be prepared for death and let your last breath be with the knowledge you have done your best to serve Allaah(swt)

 

[Güven]

My father, who died unexpected and shocked my whole life and my whole family. We didn't even had a chance to say goodbye. I was the first one who saw his dead body and I was still 13....

Even though it was such hard times for me and my family I started realizing that if my father didn't I wouldn't be in the same state of imaan then I am right now. Because of his death, I came to know what life is. I came to know what Islam is.

My grandpa, died a couple of months later. it was such an awful year.

My grandmother, died the next year.

The husband of my aunt, died in the same year as my grandmother.

A friend/acquaintance of mine.

and several other people who were somehow connected to me or one of my family members.

Each one of them had a lesson for me. Each one of them were tough but I'm still so grateful to Allah that I'm still standing today. Alhamdullilah!

 

[Grace Seeker]

The Dragonfly Story​

Down below the surface of a quiet pond lived a little colony of water bugs. They were a happy colony, living far away from the sun. For many months they were very busy, scurrying over the soft mud on the bottom of the pond. They did notice that every once in awhile one of their colony seemed to lose interest in going about. Clinging to the stem of a pond lily it gradually moved out of sight and was seen no more.

"Look!" said one of the water bugs to another. "One of our colony is climbing up the lily stalk. Where do you think she is going?" Up, up, up it slowly went....Even as they watched, the water bug disappeared from sight. Its friends waited and waited but it didn't return...

"That's funny!" said one water bug to another. "Wasn't she happy here?" asked a second... "Where do you suppose she went?" wondered a third.

No one had an answer. They were greatly puzzled. Finally one of the water bugs, a leader in the colony, gathered its friends together. "I have an idea". The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk must promise to come back and tell us where he or she went and why."

"We promise", they said solemnly.

One spring day, not long after, the very water bug who had suggested the plan found himself climbing up the lily stalk. Up, up, up, he went. Before he knew what was happening, he had broke through the surface of the water and fallen onto the broad, green lily pad above.

When he awoke, he looked about with surprise. He couldn't believe what he saw. A startling change had come to his old body. His movement revealed four silver wings and a long tail. Even as he struggled, he felt an impulse to move his wings...The warmth of the sun soon dried the moisture from the new body. He moved his wings again and suddenly found himself up above the water. He had become a dragonfly!!

Swooping and dipping in great curves, he flew through the air. He felt exhilarated in the new atmosphere. By and by the new dragonfly lighted happily on a lily pad to rest. Then it was that he chanced to look below to the bottom of the pond. Why, he was right above his old friends, the water bugs! There they were scurrying around, just as he had been doing some time before.

The dragonfly remembered the promise: "The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk will come back and tell where he or she went and why." Without thinking, the dragonfly darted down. Suddenly he hit the surface of the water and bounced away. Now that he was a dragonfly, he could no longer go into the water...

"I can't return!" he said in dismay. "At least, I tried. But I can't keep my promise. Even if I could go back, not one of the water bugs would know me in my new body. I guess I'll just have to wait until they become dragonflies too. Then they'll understand what has happened to me, and where I went."

And the dragonfly winged off happily into its wonderful new world of sun and air.......

From: "Waterbugs and Dragonflies : Explaining Death to Young Children"
by Doris Stickney

 

[welcome_islam]

hey salam...i am so sorry for everyone loss and i hope they have gone to jannah...i myself havent seen death but i have had close family members that have passed away. The beginning of 2009, our family...close and extended family had many people died...We had more than 6 people died in the first week of the new year.

My parents were in Pakistan when my mother's uncle was in Hospital. He was really bad. After a few days, he was getting bad as he had TB. He was in Coma for the 2 weeks on 2009. I remember when my parents came back. When they came back on the same day, the first place they went was the hospital to see how he was but he was in Coma. My mum spent most of her time in hopsital.

But then the day arrived that shook everyone. On the 24th of Januray 2009 at 4.30, I was at home when my Mum rang to see if my dad was home. i asked her he wasnt and asked about my Granddad. She said that he was still the same. After half-an hour my Dad came back from work. He was about to read namaz when we got a call from my mum. I went over to pick it up. My mum wouldnt tell anything but asked me if Dad was home. I told her that he was and i gave it to him hoping that everything was ok.

The i saw my Dad's face and I realised that he had died. I couldnt believe but I had to make sure that it was real. After the phone call, i asked my Dad and he told me that he has died. i couldnt believe and I started to cry. i asked my Dad if I should ring my uncles and Aunties. So I started to ring everyone.

The next day, I rang up my work and told them that my Granddad past away and i had to go to the funeral...I couldnt beleive that i haven't going to see him again.

Everytime he came to our house, we asked him if he could stay a night and he said next time but that day, i realised that there wasnt going to be a next time. It was my first funeral that i ever visited and i saw his face and i couldnt believe that it was him lying there! I hated it.

I hope that Allah can forgive his sins and grant him a place in Junnah.

 

[Italianguy]

hey salam...i am so sorry for everyone loss and i hope they have gone to jannah...i myself havent seen death but i have had close family members that have passed away. The beginning of 2009, our family...close and extended family had many people died...We had more than 6 people died in the first week of the new year.

My parents were in Pakistan when my mother's uncle was in Hospital. He was really bad. After a few days, he was getting bad as he had TB. He was in Coma for the 2 weeks on 2009. I remember when my parents came back. When they came back on the same day, the first place they went was the hospital to see how he was but he was in Coma. My mum spent most of her time in hopsital.

But then the day arrived that shook everyone. On the 24th of Januray 2009 at 4.30, I was at home when my Mum rang to see if my dad was home. i asked her he wasnt and asked about my Granddad. She said that he was still the same. After half-an hour my Dad came back from work. He was about to read namaz when we got a call from my mum. I went over to pick it up. My mum wouldnt tell anything but asked me if Dad was home. I told her that he was and i gave it to him hoping that everything was ok.

The i saw my Dad's face and I realised that he had died. I couldnt believe but I had to make sure that it was real. After the phone call, i asked my Dad and he told me that he has died. i couldnt believe and I started to cry. i asked my Dad if I should ring my uncles and Aunties. So I started to ring everyone.

The next day, I rang up my work and told them that my Granddad past away and i had to go to the funeral...I couldnt beleive that i haven't going to see him again.

Everytime he came to our house, we asked him if he could stay a night and he said next time but that day, i realised that there wasnt going to be a next time. It was my first funeral that i ever visited and i saw his face and i couldnt believe that it was him lying there! I hated it.

I hope that Allah can forgive his sins and grant him a place in Junnah.

Sorry to hear thatimsad But he is at a better place now

 

[aadil77]

SubhanAllah these are some intense experiences :exhausted, may Allah grant mercy to all those we've who have left us

 

[Ramadhan]

My father died when I was 16. He had a mild stroke attack a year before, and the family doctor told him to lay off cigarettes, which he did, for a while. I remember that I hated it everytime I saw him smoking and I frequently told him to stop smoking. Nothing unusual happened that morning. My dad and mum, my brothers and I had breakfast, and then my dad drove to his office and we to our schools.
Just after 2 hours in school, my teacher told me that my neighbour came to school to take me home but did not explain why and I did not ask. I knew right away something terrible happened but could not figure out what exactly. I kept thinking hard all the home, is my family member sick, very sick? died? if someone died, then who?
All these horrible thoughts kept occupying me during the ride home.
Only when we arrived home that I found out my fathers body wrapped in batik sheet in our living room with mum crying and neighbours and relatives who live close by. Seeing that and realizing that my dad died was the worst moment in my life. I was just totally numb and did not stop crying for hours.
But Alhamdulillah I still had the strength to help washing my dad's body (In Islam, we need wash and cleanse the body of the dead from impurities before burial). I made sure that he was very clean. We buried my father in a cemetery not far from home after Asr (around 4 pm) as in Islam we should not wait overnight to bury the dead if possible. We could not even wait for my brother who lived in another city and could not get flight home in time.

The second death i survived was of a person whom I loved very very much. She was killed in a terrible situation with gunshots and then I had to go to the hospital to identify the body. That was the worst. After her death, I was sort of living in a paralyzing haze for two years.

I also witnessed deaths live few years ago when I worked for a foreign funded organization who provided national support for local implementation of GF-ATM (Global Fund for AIDS, Tuberculosis and Malaria). For the work, I regularly visited a few hospitals which provided specialised care for AIDS patients. In a few occasions, I was witnessing the deaths of such patients in the hospitals.
Late stages HIV/AIDS patients who have lost practically all of their CD4 (the white blood cells component which is most affected by HIV) suffered from all kinds of diseases and illnesses you can find in medical books. Some manifestations of the diseases are really really horrible.
Young people especially those without strong eeman, need at least once to get a real glimpse of those conditions so they think twice before they do real stupid things (such as extramarital sex and injecting drugs).

 

[Italianguy]

Ever since yesterday when i posted my response all I can see in my mind is that kid i mentioned on the fishing trip i was on that diedimsad.......I can't get that immage out of my headimsad.......I mean...I did everything I could, i really did....If I stayed with him i would have drowned too...I beg God to forgive me, everyday for not being able to cut those steel linesimsad.....I just couldn't stay under any longer....by the time I came up for air, the boat was about 50 feet under water and sinkingimsad.....now all i can see is his facial expression of utter fear and his screaming for his mother........I can't do this anymore....I feel as if it is my fault. I could have tried going back down?, i could have tried so much more. ...it was 20 foot seas though and the water was so cold and beating us up.....for a year i saw his face every minute of the day.....Is this my fault?? I feel as if it is.imsad I wan't to say a million excuses on how i couldn't have done anythng more, and the others on my boat said what I did was heroic.....How? He died, and the last thing he saw was me. I don't know what to do to try to forgive myself? Maybe I never will.

 

[Italianguy]

My father died when I was 16. He had a mild stroke attack a year before, and the family doctor told him to lay off cigarettes, which he did, for a while. I remember that I hated it everytime I saw him smoking and I frequently told him to stop smoking. Nothing unusual happened that morning. My dad and mum, my brothers and I had breakfast, and then my dad drove to his office and we to our schools.
Just after 2 hours in school, my teacher told me that my neighbour came to school to take me home but did not explain why and I did not ask. I knew right away something terrible happened but could not figure out what exactly. I kept thinking hard all the home, is my family member sick, very sick? died? if someone died, then who?
All these horrible thoughts kept occupying me during the ride home.
Only when we arrived home that I found out my fathers body wrapped in batik sheet in our living room with mum crying and neighbours and relatives who live close by. Seeing that and realizing that my dad died was the worst moment in my life. I was just totally numb and did not stop crying for hours.
But Alhamdulillah I still had the strength to help washing my dad's body (In Islam, we need wash and cleanse the body of the dead from impurities before burial). I made sure that he was very clean. We buried my father in a cemetery not far from home after Asr (around 4 pm) as in Islam we should not wait overnight to bury the dead if possible. We could not even wait for my brother who lived in another city and could not get flight home in time.

The second death i survived was of a person whom I loved very very much. She was killed in a terrible situation with gunshots and then I had to go to the hospital to identify the body. That was the worst. After her death, I was sort of living in a paralyzing haze for two years.

I also witnessed deaths live few years ago when I worked for a foreign funded organization who provided national support for local implementation of GF-ATM (Global Fund for AIDS, Tuberculosis and Malaria). For the work, I regularly visited a few hospitals which provided specialised care for AIDS patients. In a few occasions, I was witnessing the deaths of such patients in the hospitals.
Late stages HIV/AIDS patients who have lost practically all of their CD4 (the white blood cells component which is most affected by HIV) suffered from all kinds of diseases and illnesses you can find in medical books. Some manifestations of the diseases are really really horrible.
Young people especially those without strong eeman, need at least once to get a real glimpse of those conditions so they think twice before they do real stupid things (such as extramarital sex and injecting drugs).

I feel for you brother, i as well have seen multpile terminally ill HIV patients in countries where there is no treatment, or lack of much treatmant, it's a horrible sight. I commend you on your volunteering and mayGod bring upon you peace and blessings.

 

[SweetCherryPie]

Ever since yesterday when i posted my response all I can see in my mind is that kid i mentioned on the fishing trip i was on that diedimsad.......I can't get that immage out of my headimsad.......I mean...I did everything I could, i really did....If I stayed with him i would have drowned too...I beg God to forgive me, everyday for not being able to cut those steel linesimsad.....I just couldn't stay under any longer....by the time I came up for air, the boat was about 50 feet under water and sinkingimsad.....now all i can see is his facial expression of utter fear and his screaming for his mother........I can't do this anymore....I feel as if it is my fault. I could have tried going back down?, i could have tried so much more. ...it was 20 foot seas though and the water was so cold and beating us up.....for a year i saw his face every minute of the day.....Is this my fault?? I feel as if it is.imsad I wan't to say a million excuses on how i couldn't have done anythng more, and the others on my boat said what I did was heroic.....How? He died, and the last thing he saw was me. I don't know what to do to try to forgive myself? Maybe I never will.

Italianguy, I'm sorry for what happened and you had to go through. It must have been very traumatic for you. Please do not blame yourself. You did all you could. Everyone tends to blame themselves when tragedy happens, esp when somehow, they feel as if they were the ones that should have gone instead of others. I have been there, I kept telling myself .. it should have been me and not my mother as she was such a lovely human being ... but you know what, that kind of thoughts are not healthy ... so please, Italianguy, don't do this to yourself. Be strong and know that you have tried all you can to save him ... this is just the way it is suppose to be. I am sure he's in a better place now. It is time to forgive yourself and move on. God loves him more.

 

[Hamza Asadullah]

Ever since yesterday when i posted my response all I can see in my mind is that kid i mentioned on the fishing trip i was on that diedimsad.......I can't get that immage out of my headimsad.......I mean...I did everything I could, i really did....If I stayed with him i would have drowned too...I beg God to forgive me, everyday for not being able to cut those steel linesimsad.....I just couldn't stay under any longer....by the time I came up for air, the boat was about 50 feet under water and sinkingimsad.....now all i can see is his facial expression of utter fear and his screaming for his mother........I can't do this anymore....I feel as if it is my fault. I could have tried going back down?, i could have tried so much more. ...it was 20 foot seas though and the water was so cold and beating us up.....for a year i saw his face every minute of the day.....Is this my fault?? I feel as if it is.imsad I wan't to say a million excuses on how i couldn't have done anythng more, and the others on my boat said what I did was heroic.....How? He died, and the last thing he saw was me. I don't know what to do to try to forgive myself? Maybe I never will.

Whatever is decreed will happen even if the world were to be created again and again. Every person is given a set amount of time and when that time is up then it is time to go. So let us make the best of now before it is our time to go! Let us change now for there may never be a tomorrow!

 

[Italianguy]

Italianguy, I'm sorry for what happened and you had to go through. It must have been very traumatic for you. Please do not blame yourself. You did all you could. Everyone tends to blame themselves when tragedy happens, esp when somehow, they feel as if they were the ones that should have gone instead of others. I have been there, I kept telling myself .. it should have been me and not my mother as she was such a lovely human being ... but you know what, that kind of thoughts are not healthy ... so please, Italianguy, don't do this to yourself. Be strong and know that you have tried all you can to save him ... this is just the way it is suppose to be. I am sure he's in a better place now. It is time to forgive yourself and move on. God loves him more.

Thank you, I understand that....but still...when it's you, it's easier said than doneimsad....I am sorry you have gone through this as wellimsad. I just can't do it anymore.....I still see hs face clearly and his screams woke me up last night. My wife was so scared she started crying....she thought I was having a heart attack or something. ....It's so vivid....so for now....I blame me. I could have done more, I should have just gone with himimsad he was alone, he shouldn't have been there.

 

[Snowflake]

that story is awfully sad :
thank you for sharing that story because it made me appreciate my family more. and i prey for your family imsad

JazakiAllahu khayr ukhti. Hamdulillah, my story helped you. May Allah's blessings be with you and your fmaily. But don't be sad dear sis. My father suffered from emphysema and asthma for 23 years. Toward the end he could not breathe without oxygen and he was also diagnosed with bowel cancer. It was terminal. If Allah hadn't took his life when He did, my father would've suffered so much more as the cancer would have ravaged his body completely. Alhamdulillah, He doesn't burden a soul beyond his scope. We also have the opportunity to pray for our father's forgiveness and ask for Paradise for him after his death. Allah, SWT says that He is as His servant think of Him. After all my dad's suffering I believe Allah, Ghufoor ur Raheem, has cleansed him of his sins and He will grant him a place in Jannah. I miss him but looking back I thank Allah He saved my father from more suffering and I am grateful to Him for that.

I am very sorry for everybody lose here............your posts bring tears to my eyes

Alhumdulilah I hadn't experience such thing in my life.

Scents of Jannah.........your story made me cry!!! May Allah have mercy on your father soul

Ameen. I'm sorry I made you cry ukhti. As you see in my reply to sis Maisha, in suffering there is relief, so alhamdulillah ala kulli haal. I find even the harsh experiences of life beautiful, in the sense that they bring us knowledge that we didn't have before. JazakiAllah for your duaas. May Allah's blessings be with you and your family. Ameen.


May Allah make us patient and forgive our deceased and those who came before us. Ameen

 

[Hamza Asadullah]

JazakiAllahu khayr ukhti. Hamdulillah, my story helped you. May Allah's blessings be with you and your fmaily. But don't be sad dear sis. My father from emphysema, asthma for 23 years. Toward the end he could not breathe without oxygen and he was also diagnosed with bowel cancer. It was terminal. If Allah hadn't took his life when He did, my father would've suffered so much more as the cancer would have ravaged his body completely. Alhamdulillah, He doesn't burden a soul beyond his scope. We also have the opportunity to pray for our father's forgiveness and ask for Paradise for him after his death. Allah, SWT says that He is as His servant think of Him. After all my dad's suffering I believe Allah, Ghufoor ur Raheem, has cleansed him of his sins and He will grant him a place in Jannah. I miss him but looking back I thank Allah He saved my father from more suffering and I am grateful to Him for that.




Ameen. I'm sorry I made you cry ukhti. As you see in my reply to sis Maisha, in suffering there is relief, so alhamdulillah ala kulli haal. I find even the harsh experiences of life beautiful, in the sense that they bring us knowledge that we didn't have before. JazakiAllah for your duaas. May Allah's blessings be with you and your family. Ameen.


May Allah make us patient and forgive our deceased and those who came before us. Ameen

Asalaaamu Alaikum Wr Wb, May Allah give your father and all the Muslims that have died from Adam(As) until now and all the Muslims that are to come Jannatul Firdaus and make their accounts easy in the hereafter. Ameen

Let us remember every believer in our dua's and we will get the reward of every believer we pray for:

Narrated ‘Ubaadah that the Messenger of Allah said, “Whoever seeks forgiveness for the believing men and believing women, Allah will write for him a good deed for each believing man and believing woman.” (Tabarrani)

 

[Snowflake]

Ever since yesterday when i posted my response all I can see in my mind is that kid i mentioned on the fishing trip i was on that diedimsad.......I can't get that immage out of my headimsad.......I mean...I did everything I could, i really did....If I stayed with him i would have drowned too...I beg God to forgive me, everyday for not being able to cut those steel linesimsad.....I just couldn't stay under any longer....by the time I came up for air, the boat was about 50 feet under water and sinkingimsad.....now all i can see is his facial expression of utter fear and his screaming for his mother........I can't do this anymore....I feel as if it is my fault. I could have tried going back down?, i could have tried so much more. ...it was 20 foot seas though and the water was so cold and beating us up.....for a year i saw his face every minute of the day.....Is this my fault?? I feel as if it is.imsad I wan't to say a million excuses on how i couldn't have done anythng more, and the others on my boat said what I did was heroic.....How? He died, and the last thing he saw was me. I don't know what to do to try to forgive myself? Maybe I never will.

Greetings Italianguy,

No!!! Please don't blame yourself for what happened. Life and death are in His Hands. You are not to blame in anyway at all. By Allah, you have no power to save anyone if He wills to take them. A hundred men could not have saved him if Allah wanted to take him. Yes he felt fear for a short time, and you witnessed it. But God willing, he is not suffering now and you shouldn't punish yourself for something that was beyond your control. We don't know the future. Only Allah knows, and you must believe that God is Just and if He took that person as He did then it maybe He saved him from a worse death. Who has lived forever? No one. One day and in one way or another we must all go. Like my father died from multiple organ failure, not from bowel cancer as had thought he would. If God didn't take him then, he would suffered beyond what we could've imagined. God never does injustice to anyone. Perhaps, being a muslim who totally accepts the Will of the Creator it is easier for me to say that even in our suffering there is good for us. But you believe in the same God. You must also believe that what happened was His will and there was nothing you or anyone could've done to help. Life in this world was never meant to be a bed of roses. It wasn't meant for you to save him. We belong to Him and He has the right to take us when He wills. You must admit that there was nothing you could do and let go of this guilt. My brother in humanity, give God His due rights by acknowledging that none other except God has the Power and Might to do what He wills. We cannot think that we can do what only God has the power to do. Once you recognise these attributes that belong to Him alone, you will find peace and acceptance in what He wills. You will simply realise there was nothing you or anyone could have done. Be at peace inshaAllah. God willing.

 

[Snowflake]

Asalaaamu Alaikum Wr Wb, May Allah give your father and all the Muslims that have died from Adam(As) until now and all the Muslims that are to come Jannatul Firdaus and make their accounts easy in the hereafter. Ameen

Let us remember every believer in our dua's and we will get the reward of every believer we pray for:

Narrated ‘Ubaadah that the Messenger of Allah said, “Whoever seeks forgiveness for the believing men and believing women, Allah will write for him a good deed for each believing man and believing woman.” (Tabarrani)

Ameen ya Rabbil alamiin.. May Allah's blessings and mercy be upon you and your family. JazakAllahu khayr akhi. Ameen.