Scratched on the tombstone of every servant.
Echoes in every human ear.
Spoken in heart every human being.
In his condolences, it occurred to every soul who went to a realm of silence.
In his tears he saw the body returning to the Creator.
In grief, he was left by his friends, until one day he too followed.
All lives will turn to Him.
We will all bear witness to the past, and we will count the number of acts of worship we have performed.
As this episode passes, so too does our lifespan. Good and bad deeds pass, that is our provision; good provisions lead to salvation, while bad provisions inevitably lead to misery.
Every mandate passes caliph, When the gust was pulled by Izra'il, he finally returned and waited for the barzah.
The pain still lingers in this different realm.
It felt like being scratched by a sharp blade hundreds of times, this feeling was unforgettable until the grave of rest.
From a distance, a faint, soft voice could be heard hoping for safety.
From outside, the cries of his biological child could be heard.
I heard from my left and right the sound of someone stomping with a sledgehammer.
The terrifying sound began to become clearer, while the faint sound of crying began to fade.
The voice began to intimidate my sinking soul, the crack of the whip lingering as I silently answered his question. But miraculously, they stopped when the glare of the light came, the moment the execution was over.
God willing, God willing, God willing, God willing, God willing God willing
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