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A very powerful story

this is an excellent story that one of my friends showed me .....i know its long...but its worth it, so READ IT..its very powerful...take a

look :

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. 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 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 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. 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, 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.

pass this on to ur friends and family, and maybe u 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???

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Asalaamwalaikum Uhkti! what a story!

truly reminder benifits the believers, I will carry this story with me Inshallah. I will Inshallah pass it on to the sisters to remind them all. Inshallah I love this storie. How often we take our Salah for granted.

I am a strong believer that we can not even take our next breath with out Allah's Permission

ASA

Originally posted by Soona

Assalaamu aleikom wa rahmat Allah!

Baraka Allah fiki for this great story!

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Very powerfull Wallah, jazake Allah kheer, prayers are really very important. U know my daughter used to sleep of her fajer prayer and when i used to wake her up she would cry, and she is not a baby, but then 1 cousin of hers told her how can u sleep while Allah is calling u, how can u ignore him? So since then Alhamdulilah she is prompt in her prayers I hope we all become that way, we must reply his call instantly.

Alhamdulilah we are Muslims.

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Subhanallah! What a story! Subhannallah I think that guy should win the Nobel Prize for Literature!

Really lifts you iman to the sky, Im gonna read that when ever I feel the urge to pray late.

May Allah SWT haver mercy on us.

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Asalam~O~alykum

jazk Allah koll khaire. Mashallah the story is really good. Everyone must not leave prayer until the last minute after they have read this story.

Salam~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Masriahmuslimah

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Al-hamdillah! I loved it. I sent this to so many people by mail also! it is a good reminder.

I can hardly wait for the next story to come.

Keep up the good work,

Originally posted by amma

A very powerful story  

this is an excellent story that one of my friends showed me .....i know its long...but its worth it, so READ IT..its very powerful...take a  

look :  

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. 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 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 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. 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, 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.  

pass this on to ur friends and family, and maybe u 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???

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Assalamo ALikom.

Mashaa Allah. it is not only a story. it is reality.

Jazaki Allahu Khiran sister Amma. great reminder.

salam

wel_mel

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Alhamdulillah it is a very good story and ur rite that it isnt only a story but its reality aswell.

Inshallah Allah will help us all to pray and to pray on time.

Ameen.

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