Last day of life

Last day of life:

Author: Nafeez Ahmed

One day a sad news will come with the south wind. Siam passed away this evening. Inna-Lillahi and Inna Ilahi agree.L

Like every day, when Prabhat hid Aadhaar, I woke up from Rajini's sleep. The azan of Fajr is entering Karnakhar. I got ready for prayer. I went to the mosque on time for prayers. I returned to my residence after praying. You are performing the tasks of your daily life. I studied literature for a while. Then I went for a walk along the river. I observe the created creation of the Creator. The two leaders were joined by seeing such a creation. No one but Allah Ta'ala will be able to decorate this perfect Dharani in an eye-catching outfit. Yet man enters another world surrounded by Nikosh Adhaar where the owner has no value. They consider themselves as masters. While being by the river for a while, I discovered in my mind that my body felt a little different. And without passing time, I came home on time It was late afternoon to finish my other tasks. Anyway, I came to the mosque to offer Asr prayer. I prayed in the field. I am observing the last afternoon sky very closely. The more I see, the more impressed I am. How beautifully Allah has arranged everything. It can never be made possible by any other human being. The atmosphere of the field is really very charming. I left the field. Come to your nest and do some random work. Moving towards the reading table. As I read, I suddenly felt a burning sensation in my chest. I realized that maybe time was running out. It is as if someone has come and fought in front of the eyes in a huge form. I realized that maybe this is the creation that the creator created to charm the souls of all creatures. I am troubled by the thought that a few yards away is my mother, my mother. But even though I am calling him so much now, maybe no sound is reaching his ears. Within a moment I was far away from this vast land called Earth. I went to the unknown unknown world. I will never again be able to call my dearest mother mother for once. After some time my mother came to my house to call me. My book was still open. The light was still on in my room. But as soon as mother entered my room, she noticed my frozen body stretched out on the bed. He thought I might be asleep. But I have moved to a world where

It is never possible to come from. Mother started to call me in a nagar but got a little scared when she didn't hear any sound from me. That's what he thought had happened to me. I left this illusion an hour ago. Immediately called my father without delay. He sent as many messengers as possible. He came and saw my frozen body. Crying was a shame. Hearing the sound of crying, many rushed to our house. It became known that I was no longer in this world by the call of the mobile phone. After a while, the microphone of the mosque rang out, a sad news that Siam Ahmed, the little son of Ah Majid of Mashila village, passed away this evening. Inna-Lillahi Wa Inna Ilahi Raziun. Readers compare it with their own life, no one in this world will keep you close to them even for an hour after death. Everyone held my frozen body down. Now no one gave me a pillow under my head. No one gave me the expensive blanket on my bed. Everyone went far away from me. I came to the mosque a little while ago after performing the Maghrib prayer. In that same mosque today after Isha, my death was announced. Hearing the news of my death, people close to me came to see me. The people of this world will not keep me for more than one hour. As soon as possible, leave me alone in that lonely room.My closest person, my dearest brother, Ruhul Quddus came to my house to wipe away the tears that flowed down his cheeks after receiving the news of my death. A group of people went to cut the bus under his responsibility. A group of people went to find the grave. Another group was arranging everything to give me a bath. My mother was still crying. After collecting everything, they wrapped me in a white cloth. I have no idea how many clothes I had in my room. But today I have to leave with only a piece of white cloth. My sister, nephews and nieces are all crying. My funeral is scheduled for the next morning. When my body is being taken from home. My mother, sister, nephew and niece were all crying. I will be cremated in my school grounds. I have no idea how many teachers have come My funeral was led by my dearest brother Ruhul Quddus. How many funerals he spoke openly. But today I know why he is unable to speak. Today, words are not coming out through his vocal tract. There is no count of how many afternoons we spent together. But time has brought me to bed today. After the funeral, I was brought for burial. I'll be alone in a dark room soon. I was buried and buried. I became alone in my world. My reckoning began in the grave. Everyone left. My family calmed down and returned to their homes. Yesterday also at this time, I was repeatedly impressed by the creation of Allah Ta'ala on the banks of the river. But how does it feel today in the grave. This is why Hazrat Umar (R.A.) said die once before you die.