Say, O My servants who have transgressed against themselves [by sinning], do not despair of the mercy of Allah . Indeed, Allah forgives all sins. Indeed, it is He who is the Forgiving, the Merciful. (Surah Az-zumar 39_53) In his book “Al Jawaabul Kaafi”, Ibn Qayyim wrote that he was with a person in his death bed, and he said to the ill “say laa ilaaha ilallah (no deity to be worshipped but Allah)”. But he answered “what’s the use for me. I never do my prayers for Allah, even just once”, and died. Let us perform our Solaat in time. Also in another book, he told about a person who lived for music as if music is in his blood. Before he died, instead of saying laa ilaaha ilallah, he’s singing a song until the spirit left his physical body. Refrain from Listening to music (.....its possible). And I’m sure you peeps have heard about the story of a man who had killed 100 persons and wanted to repent. He was told to go to a village full of wise, religious people. In the middle of his journey he’s dead. He entered the paradise because his distance is only one cubit closer to his destination than of his previous place. Make use of the above Ayah. Al Ghazali’s Last Words Let me share a beautiful poem from an all-time adored scholar Al-Ghazali. It’s his last words before he’s death. Hope it can make your day! “Say to my friends, when they look upon me, dead Weeping for me and mourning me in sorrow Do not believe that this corpse you see is myself In the name of God, I tell you, it is not I, I am a spirit, and this is naught but flesh It was my abode and my garment for a time. I am a treasure, by a talisman kept hid, Fashioned of dust, which served me as a shrine, I am a pearl, which has left its shell deserted, I am a bird, and this body was my cage Whence I have now floron forth and it is left as a token Praise to God, who hath now set me free And prepared for me my place in the highest of the heaven, Until today I was dead, though alive in your midst. Now I live in truth, with the grave – clothes discarded. Today I hold converse with the saints above, Let my house fall in ruins, lay my cage in the ground, Cast away the talisman, it is a token no more Lay aside my cloak, it was but my outer garment. Place them all in the grave, let them be forgotten, I have passed on my way and you are left behind Your place of abode was no deweling place for me. Think not that death is death, nay, it is life, A life that surpasses all we could dream of here, While in this world, here we are granted sleep, Death is but sleep, sleep that shall be prolonged Be not frightened when death draweth near, It is but the departure for this blessed home Think of the mercy and love of your Lord, Give thanks for His Grace and come without fear. What I am now, even so shall you be For I know that you are even as I am The souls of all men come forth from God The bodies of all are compounded alike Good and evil, alike it was ours I give you now a message of good cheer May God’s peace and joy for evermore be yours.” May Allah grants all of us the husnul khatimah (death’s happy ending), ameen. [Sister Fatimah Ariadne]
Posted on: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 10:30:38 +0000
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