A Message 4 You* [[--- Part 13 ---]]

 *A Message 4 You*

[[--- Part 13 ---]]
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بسم الله الرحمان الرجيم

Two days ago, Ismail shared with us, a lesson of his life. This is the person I know.

He narrated:

"I used to miss praying ontime, saying “I will do it later.” I used to lie and gossip. I used to watch videos of ladies on social media - saying, “Just this once is okay.” even if my mind told me that it's a sin.

One night, i went to bed after another day of “later.”

I woke up in the dark. But i was not on my bed. I was standing in a vast, empty desert under a black sky. The air was still and terribly cold. I was all alone.

A voice spoke. It was not a sound i heard with my ears, but felt in my bones.

“Where are the prayers you left for ‘later’?”

Suddenly, shapes appeared in the sand around my feet. They were pale, like forgotten bones. They were the ghosts of my missed prayers—the Fajr i slept through, the Asr i was too busy for. They clutched at my ankles with thin, cold fingers. I tried to run, but they held me tight.

“Who did you lie to? Who did you hurt with your words?”

From the darkness, faces came close. They were the people i had wronged with my tongue. But their eyes were empty, like deep wells. Their mouths opened, and instead of voices, a crushing feeling of their sadness and anger poured into me. I felt the weight of every harsh word i had ever spoken as a physical pain in my chest.

“You looked at what I forbade. You enjoyed what was not yours to take.”

Then, the ground showed moving pictures, like water. I saw every sinful glance, every forbidden pleasure i had secretly enjoyed. But now, i saw them as they truly were—ugly, dirty, and hollow. A deep shame, hotter than fire, burned my skin. I wanted to look away, but i could not.

I fell to my knees and cried out, “This is the Day of Judgment! My book of deeds! It’s empty!”

The voice answered, calm and final.

“No. This is not the Day of Judgment. That will be much worse. This is only the Barzakh - your grave. This is the waiting place between your death and that Day. This loneliness… these ghosts of your delayed and abandoned prayers… this is your companion now. You chose it. You built this waiting room with your own hands, every time you chose the sin and turned away from Me.”

Ismail screamed, “Send me back! Give me one more day! Just one more day to pray! To be good! To ask for forgiveness!”

My voice was silent. The empty faces stared. The cold fingers held me. There was no going back. Time here did not move like before. You would wait here, with the results of your choices, until the real Horror began.

Back in the world, i woke up gasping. My heart was pounding like a drum".

My People,

Remember that our so-called little sin commited repeatedly is not just a mistake. It is building your own prison, brick by brick, in the dark. And one day, you will be left alone inside it.

Don’t wait for the dream. The time is now. Allah is Al-Ghaffar, the All-Forgiving—but only for those who turn to Him before their eyes see the reality of the Barzakh. Abandon the sin. Hurry back. Your 'later' is running out.