How often does one think about death? In my daily commute to school in the city, on the train or in the passageways and hallways to our destinations I encounter over 1000's of people - people who seem to be in a hurry to get to their destination.
There is a sense of urgency in the way they walk and some are on their phones engaged in an important conversation which always seems to be a pivotal moment in there career...
I walk past these people smiling, and I pace my self I know where my ultimate destination is - With Allah- so I walk and constantly do zikr of Allah and am mindful of death.
I think that if it happens today on my way to the train, what will I leave behind? What will be the last message that people see on my phone or what will they find in my wallet or bag that might give an indication as to what type of person I was ?
Sometimes I feel that death is about to strike even in my routine travels to and from the train station- I wonder how beautiful a death it would be to die with a smile on my face and the kalmah on my tongue as the last breath I take is exhaled out of my body- oh what a wonderful death that would be.
I look at people as they walk by, and some stop at stores and gaze at products. What is going on their mind I ask, they spend over 30 seconds reflecting on a pair of shoes.. 30 seconds is a long time - I wonder if these people have ever reflected on life and this creation and everything around them for even 30 seconds..
There is a sense of urgency in the way they walk and some are on their phones engaged in an important conversation which always seems to be a pivotal moment in there career...
I walk past these people smiling, and I pace my self I know where my ultimate destination is - With Allah- so I walk and constantly do zikr of Allah and am mindful of death.
I think that if it happens today on my way to the train, what will I leave behind? What will be the last message that people see on my phone or what will they find in my wallet or bag that might give an indication as to what type of person I was ?
Sometimes I feel that death is about to strike even in my routine travels to and from the train station- I wonder how beautiful a death it would be to die with a smile on my face and the kalmah on my tongue as the last breath I take is exhaled out of my body- oh what a wonderful death that would be.
I look at people as they walk by, and some stop at stores and gaze at products. What is going on their mind I ask, they spend over 30 seconds reflecting on a pair of shoes.. 30 seconds is a long time - I wonder if these people have ever reflected on life and this creation and everything around them for even 30 seconds..
