A Piece of White Cloth

A Piece of White Cloth Sitting at the bed, I located my mom in front of me and pulled out a white piece of material from a buying bag. I confirmed it to her and stated, “This is my burial shroud.” Mother turned into stunned. Her eyes darted among my face and that natural white material in disbelief.

Seeing her so bewildered made me smile. I regularly revel in startling her like this, even though I had by no means performed something so grim and sudden before. Laughing, I reassured her, “It`s not anything to be taken aback about, Ma.”

Feigning anger, she answered, “What do you suggest not anything to be taken aback about? And what do you suggest is your shroud? Are you to your proper mind?”

Still smiling, I cautiously tucked the material again into the bag and stated 1/2 of to myself, “Who is aware of while one may die? Death is the nearest truth we have, but we continuously neglect about it.”

Looking into her eyes with a mild smile, I continued, “That`s why I offered the shroud. So I can see it each day, even only for a moment, and consider how near loss of life truly is.”

Her eyes welled up. In a choked voice, she stated, “But why put together now? You`re now no longer death simply but.”

I answered with a chuckle, “And but, I ought to die at any moment. You by no means recognise. I`ll display this material to father and my brothers, too—so if I do die suddenly, they`ll recognise to wrap me in this.”

I located the bag in a nook of the cloth cabinet and walked again to my room. I knew Ma turned into still sitting there, stunned. Was she questioning I'd been long past mad? Let her assume so. The shopkeeper concept is the same! On the manner again from college, I stopped at our neighborhood marketplace and instructed the acquainted shopkeeper, “Uncle, I want a burial shroud.”

“Who surpassed away?” He asked. “No one, uncle.”

“Then why do you want a shroud?”

“I need to shop for one in advance.”

He checked out me, puzzled. “For whom?”

“For myself.”

He frowned. “Have you long past mad? How vintage are you?”

I smiled quietly. How can you explain that death does not follow the age of old? You always need children and the elderly. I've been thinking a lot about death recently. It's always in my mind. At one moment, I feel completely good - Hegust, normal. But what? Can death also be exposed to health?

With this idea, I decided to buy a light towel. Every time I see it, I remember death deeply. This fear brings me closer to Allah - closer than ever. And I think it's essential.
He was even more surprised when he told the shopkeeper, People usually try to buy the best light towels they can afford. But they don't understand that costs mean nothing. Umar Ibn al-Khattab (Ra) once said to his son: "Be economical with my quality. If Allah decides well for me, he will be better to me.

Nevertheless, we insist on the wasteful fabric without realizing it is unnecessary. Perhaps it was against this social norm, so the shopkeeper was so restless. I felt his discomfort and smiled. "Uncle, a simple lighting towel is better. The dead don't have expensive fabric - they're just alive."

Since that day, I've touched this fabric every day. I inhale his scent. It's as if it's round the corner. And me? Are you ready?