FRIENDS READ THE STORY OF A YOUNG WHO MISSES HIS SALAH; 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/
Namaz/prayer. 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
Judgment. When he was alive, he had heard
many things about the questioning on the Day of
Judgment, 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/
Hell.
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, and 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.
"Say Your Prayers Before Prayers For You Are
Said."
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/
Namaz/prayer. 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
Judgment. When he was alive, he had heard
many things about the questioning on the Day of
Judgment, 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/
Hell.
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, and 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.
"Say Your Prayers Before Prayers For You Are
Said."
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