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There were only 15 minutes left before Salat-ul
He quickly made Wudhu and performed Salat-ul
While making Tasbih, he again remembered his
grandmother and was embarrassed by how he had
His grandmother prayed with such tranquillity and
He began making Dua and went down to make
Sajdah and stayed like that for a while.
He had been at work all day and was tired, so tired.
He awoke abruptly to the sound of noise and
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 angels 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
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
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 Ramadhan.
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
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
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
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
The two angels took him by the arms.
As his feet dragged, they went through the crowd
and advanced toward the blazing flames of
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 Noble 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
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
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
At that instant, he blinked and lifted his head from
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.
Never leave your salat for the last minute, rather
leave your work for later and do your duty to ALLAH