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 is 70 but whenever she heard the Azan, she got up
like
an arrow and performed Solat. He however could never win over his ego
to get up and pray.

Whatever he did, his Solat was always the last to be offered. 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 Solat Isyak. He
quickly made Wudhu and performed Solat 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 Doa and went down to make
Sejadah 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 centre 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 Solat. 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 Solat 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 Sejadah.

He was in a sweat. He listened to the voices coming from
outside. He heard the Azan for Solat Isyak. He got up quickly and went
to perform Wudhu.

Pass this on to your friends and family and maybe you 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??? waAllahu a3lam...

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