Assalam-O-Alaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh!

So, my lovely friends this is a simple chapter I'm writing to just share with you what I'm upto these days. And that's a reward earning thing surely, (I'm not flaunting or showcasing it) ... I just want you all to know that we can earn the Mercy and Love of Allah more by trying to please him, like the way we do to please shaitan mostly around the clock! **Auzubillah* 

We sin as if there is no end today, tomorrow, or  probably in the next minute. My paternal aunt's husband (phupha) just passed away two weeks ago, and that was like a shock absorbent for me particularly.

The night before his death I was sad upon something haram thing, that actually I had left *Alhamdulillah* and my friend , May Allah bless you more and more for that, gave me a really needed talk at that time and reminded me that Qiyamah could be any moment if Allah wants so, and then she said if you feel like crying do it but not in front of anyone else but in front of Allah only... And that was it I lost all my control upon my lacrimal, amd tears startes flowing. Well, *Astaghfirullah*.

So it was that it struck upon me that my hour of death could be anytime soon! And than the hadeeth which mentions how the rooh would be taken out from the body of a nonbeliever/mushrik would be like a silk cloth being caught up in some thorny bushes and that forcedly dragged out. *Ya Allah, have mercy upon us*. And the torment of grave after that. The questions that will be asked : Who is Your Rabb? What is your deen? And who is your nabi? , seems so easy to us... But not forgetting that ONLY THOSE WILL BE ABLE TO ANSWER WHO SPEND THEIR LIVES ACCORDING TO THE ANSWERS OF THESE QUESTIONS.

And then immediately the very next day, an aunt from our community, passed away due to cancer. That was the second janazah I was witnessing. And it all became like a movie playing before my eyes, as if I'm seeing myself in her position. She was dead. No movements. No utterings. No nothing. She can't pray anymore. * I feel my heart clenched upon this* , the book of her deeds is closed now. May Allah grant peace and have mercy upon the deceased souls of entire Muslim ummah ameen. Wrapped up only in a whote cloth head to toe, covered, hands tied in a position a slave folds his hand to his chest before his Master... Alike... And then people come to see her face for the last time and then not EVER. AGAIN.
And then for her or him the journey is a very difficult and long indeed, from the house ( once their ) to the shoulders of some people, and then to the final abode, QABAR.

I was telling about the thing which I do, is, I try, I try to learn more of the things from Allah's book and His Prophet's Ahadeeth... And try to implement as well. May Allah grant us all to be a pious muslim, In sha Allah & Ameen.

Fee Aman Allah!

( Share any of the sunnah you like to do or do mostly :) , Jazak Allahu ahsan ul Jaza )

~ Nabiha Noor.