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 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 feetwhen 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.

*wipes tears*

subhannallah subhannallah awwwwww wowow amazing....my allah protect us all

Lool ahem ameen