[MirzaKamran]

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, she got up like an arrow and
performed Salah. 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. He quickly made Wudhu and performed Salat-ul
Maghrib. While making Tasbih, 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 tired, 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 angels grabbed his arms and led him forward. He walked with unknowing
eyes through the crowd. The angels 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 ws 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.

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. Had not Rasulullah [saw] said, "How clean would a person be
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 lifted 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?? maybe this is a good deed that can help
you during the day of judgement... .right???