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, (Call for prayer from the mosques) she got up like an arrow and performed Salath (prayers). 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 (the night prayers). He quickly made Wudhu and performed Salat-ul Maghrib (the sunset prayers). While making Tasbih (rosary prayers), 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 ti! red, 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 le! d him forward. He walked with unknowing eyes through the crowd. The an gels 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 (Hell). 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. Ha! d not Rasulullah [Prophet -saw] said, "How clean would a person b e 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 lift! ed 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?? May be this is a good deed that can help you during the day of judgement....right???

THE LAST BREATH..

Last Breath

From those around I hear a cry

A muffled sob, a hopeless sigh

I hear their footsteps leaving slow

And then I know my soul my fly

A chilly wind begins to blow

Within my soul from head to toe

And then last breath escapes my lips

Its time to leave and I must go

So it is true but it’s too late

They said each soul has its given date

When it must leave its body’s core

And meet with its eternal fate

Allahurabbuna Sallimna

Allahurabbuna Sallimna

Allahurabbuna Sallimna

Mark the words that I do say

Who knows tomorrow could be your day

At last it comes to heaven or hell

Decide which now do not delay

I cannot see my eyes are blind

Am I still me?

Or has my soul been led astray?

And forced to pay a priceless fee

Alas to dust we all return

Some shall rejoice while others burned

If only I knew

I knew that before

The line grew short

And came my turn

And now as beneath the sod

They lay me with my record flawed

They cry not knowing I cry worse

For they go home I face my God

Allahurabbi

LOVE 101...

Somebody once told me that, "Finding the right person

is very hard and very wrong . . . it is best to be the right person for the one you love and start from there . . . you'll always end up disappointed when you set standards and define a 'right person' for you . . . and don't rush things . . . 'coz somewhere somehow God is preparing somebody for you".

You can never be perfect . . . the person you love can never be perfect ... but both of you can be perfect through love and prayers, and your love can be perfect through the both of you. But, no relationship is complete without God. . . that's why we have marriage . . . it's a bond not only between you and your loved one . . . but also with God.

Our relationships fail not because (s)he's not the right person . . . it's because we expected too much and we decided on our own . . . let God do the work . . . you may call it waiting time . . . but while you are waiting...pray. Let God guide you lways . . . He knows better. No, He knows best.

Love is not what you think it is . . .

Sometimes we mistakenly feel that our first relationship will be our last. Because we are overwhelmed with joy and romance, we forget to learn the meaning of true love. Some are saying that love is unselfish, blind, unconditional, or simply denying oneself for the sake of someone very important in our life. Others are saying love is

immortal and can never be defined.

When we think we're in love, the first thing we almost wanted the whole world to know is that our love for someone very special can never be taken away from us. We say this phrase, "You are the most wonderful gift from GOD I have ever received."

After a terrible fight or sometimes even a petty quarrel we then say, "You are the biggest mistake I've ever made in my entire life!"

Now, how do you say and spell the word L-O-V-E? Are you really deeply into it?

Nobody can tell what love really is until experience speaks and whispers right into our ears. Most of the time, these love promises like, "forever, till death do us apart, etc." would end up "never" and "We should part ways, I'm no longer happy with you! My love for you is DEAD!!!" Many times we thought after having committed to someone and your trust to one another freezes down to zero degree, "S/He ain't the right one. I should probably wait for the right one to come."

But the big question anyone could not answer is, "Is she/he the right one?" and "When is the right time?" That made us stick to whom we are with.

Will you always be waiting for the right person to come and the right time to commit? A big YES is the answer. Don't be in a hurry to get into relationship because you can never find love if you insist that you are already into it. Try to find time to really understand your real feelings, to know who you really are, and what you really want in a relationship.

You're right, there is no such thing as a perfect relationship, but there's a compatible partnership that goes along with it.

If you already knew that you're too big to fit into a small sized t-shirt, don't give it a try. You'll probably break it and pay for the damages you have made. If you knew and felt that the relationship will not last, don't go deeper into it. You'll just suffer the consequences and live like hell the rest of your life.

It's really hard to say goodbye though, but you can't make it any better by just pretending you still have the same feelings. Try to let go and give yourself a chance to live life to the fullest. Give yourself a chance to grow and give your heart a much needed attention. Then you will find that you have made the right decision and you made it all by yourself.

More frequently than not, we all act in a hypocritical manner for some reason.

We call it love when we can't leave someone and see them crying as we try

to let go. We are wrong, it's just pity.

We call it love when we're too attached and think that losing the one we love will somehow make us weak and unable to face the

storms of life. We misunderstood, it's just that we're too much dependent on them.

We call it love when we give our whole life to them, the wholeness of us

and imagined that if they leave no one would accept us and our past. We are

mistaken, it's just insecurity.

But no matter what the definition is, the truth still remains that love isn't something you can buy nor beg. It is real and existing. You can't touch it but you can feel it in your heart. You can't find it, but it will knock before you when you least expect it to come. It can make you the happiest soul in heaven, but don't forget that it also can make you the most miserable person in the whole galaxy.