Hannah fear Allah and pray ontime

[foolxume2005]

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 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 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.


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If you want Allah to talk to you read His Words (The Koran)

If you want to talk to Allah, perform Salat

[Cawar]

Where are you copying these articles from ..I am curious??

Where do you visit these days?? Arab sites or maybe other sites still looking for Kambuli???



And Yes Jazaaka Laah Khayr.

[*HannaH*]

Kan yar ee cagaha weyn yaa Salaadeyda uu dirsadey tolow?



Cawar, he became a born again moslem.

[Cawar]

Let him join the Ceyr mafia then.

[*HannaH*]

Tihihihihihih..Lol

[foolxume2005]

weershe iyo hanah ilaahay ka baqa or get a room.

[*HannaH*]

Waryaa xishood, dont tell me to get a room...wax yahow dhakada weyn.....Istubid boolshid.

[smooth]

Foolxumo

Nice read would have been better if you had dedicated it someone more worthy.

Regards

[*HannaH*]

Horta, why is this little dark moryaan fukc always on my case?
Smooth, get a life...you fukcing loser waxid. Ibnu xaraan baad tahayee..Ii goo.

[smooth]

Cawar

He stands more chance on Afbijo side of the fence

[*HannaH*]

I believe I asked you a question. Why are you always on my case? Are you retarded, misa you dont speak english?

[Cawar]

[quote="smooth"]Cawar

He stands more chance on Afbijo side of the fence[/quote]

Perish the thought.

[smooth]

Afbijo side of the fence is known to accomodate ilkocase Qaldaan girls that a man like me find degrading to even conversate with

[*HannaH*]

You find it degrading to conversate with me, but you throw little comments here and there like a little bittch. Which is more degrading ? Typical moryaan, thinking out of your azz....

Aniga intaad iska kay deyso waxaad sameysa..Go chase Sexy Kitten around like a little lost puppy, that's what you're good at.


...And if you can't be direct,keep your little bittch comments to yourself.
Do you understand Yarey? Afka qadhmuun ha ila soo gelin.

Ey foqal ey.....

[Cawar]

[quote="smooth"]Afbijo side of the fence is known to accomodate ilkocase Qaldaan girls that a man like me find degrading to even conversate with [/quote]

And you dare chasing and calling other men deragotry names..while talking like this???

This is what freedom does to a mindless mooryaan


Where is AW or Gamadid...now they would know why we call you Mooryaans.