Both Ahmad’s parents sat around his hospital bed as he lay there unconscious.
Suddenly Ahmad’s eyes began to flutter, and then after a minute his eyes slightly opened.
“AllahuAkbar!
 My son! How are you feeling?!” Ahmad’s mother asked as   she bent over 
holding her son’s hands with hers. Tears began to roll   down her 
cheeks.
“…When I saw that car coming towards me…I thought that was it…I was going to die…” Ahmad quietly said.
“How long were you waiting here?” Ahmad asked.
“About 11 hours. We made Salat in this room.” Ahmad’s father calmly said.
“…My
 parents stayed up for me all those hours and continued their   worship 
too Allah. I can’t even sit down with my parents for a minute   without 
having to do something that Allah hates…” Ahmad thought to   himself.
Suddenly tears pored from his eyes. Ahmad’s father cuddled him and asked, “What makes you cry Ahmad?”
“Em…Not sure…Just happy to be alive?” Ahmad answered rather confused embarrassed to tell his parents how he was feeling.
After
 two days in the hospital, Ahmad was released. His left arm was   
supported in a sling so the shoulder could recover after the  
dislocation  it suffered. That night while Ahmad lay in bed resting, his
  friend mo  called him up.
“Ah Ahmad! I heard that you are safe back at home, that’s why I decided to call you up.” Mo said on the phone.
“That’s nice.” Ahmad answered.
“Listen
 Ahmad. Since that night was messed up and you could not go to   the 
nightclub, do you want to come down tonight? I was so angry when   you 
had that accident! You should have seen the girls I chatted up at   the 
club when you were brought to hospital!”
“Mo. To be honest, I really don’t want to go. Say if this is a warning from Allah?”
“Warning?! Are you mad?! Don’t tell me you are becoming an extremist! You know they have the most boring of lives!”
“They may have a boring life now, but they sure have everything when they die!” Ahmad answered.
“Come
 on Ahmad! We are Muslims! We will go to Heaven. Ok, we might be 
punished in Hell  for a little while, but we will all eventually go to 
Paradise, so what   is there to worry about? Besides, Allah is merciful!
 He said if you   believe, He will forgive you!” Poor Mo spoke without 
knowledge.
“Hmm. I don’t know. Let me think about it. Surely not 
tonight as my   arm is still in a lot of pain, but tomorrow I will give 
you the answer.”
“Ok. Don’t forget to call me tomorrow! I have to 
now sit down in this   boring house and listen to my father reading 
Qur’an. Man! They have   such a boring life; I don’t even know how they 
can smile!”
After the phone call Ahmad sat down on his bed in 
shock. This is the   first time for Ahmad to let down an offer out of 
fear of what Allah can   do to him! Ahmad tried holding back his tears.
“…How
 can Allah ever love me? Look what I have done. I have never   committed
 a minute of my patience and time for Allah. I have physically   hurt my
 mother and yet she still loves me. How can Allah ever forgive   me…?” 
Ahmad thought to himself.
Another night has passed, and only 4 days until the appointed time of his death.
The
 next day Ahmad’s arm was still in a lot of pain. Ahmad rejected   Mo’s 
offer in going to the local nightclub that night. Ahmad spent the   
whole day thinking about life…
Days pass and now we enter the final day of Ahmad’s life…
Nobody knows, not even the angels of death.
The day is Thursday. Ahmad wakes up early after having a bad dream. Fortunately his arm is out of the sling.
Ahmad
 slowly goes down the stairs and sits at the kitchen table.   No-body 
seems to be at home. He finds his fathers work on the table. He   picks 
up his work to move it to the desk. As he is carrying his fathers   work
 a small diary accidentally falls on the floor. After his father’s   
papers had been put back carefully, Ahmad curiously opens up his   
father’s small diary, and there written on the front page are the words 
  of Allah from Qur’an:
“”Oh my servants who have transgressed 
against themselves (by   committing evil deeds and sins)! Despair not of
 the mercy of Allah.   Truly, He is the Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.” 
(39:53)”
Ahmad suddenly burst into tears. His hands begin to shake
 and his   vision becomes blurred. He flicks through a few pages and 
reads the   following:
“…I was away from Allah. I sinned against 
my soul. Far away was I   from Allah. I turned to Allah and then fell 
into sin again when my two   sons were born…” Ahmad flicks through more 
pages and what he reads   shocks him even more…
“…My little Ahmad,
 my third son. He is five years old now. It is him   who turned me back 
to Allah. He saw me once watching tv and asked, “If a   Sheik came into 
the room and saw you, what would you do?” I answered,   “I would quickly
 turn off the tv”. My son answered me back, “But baba!   Allah is 
watching you all the time and He is more pure than all the   Sheiks in 
the World!” My mouth dropped. I felt disgraced with myself. I   turned 
back to Allah, vowing to keep my duty to Allah. My wife ‘Aliya   also 
made the vow…” Ahmad continued to read on…
“…My Ahmad has mixed in
 with the wrong crowd. I see him moving away   from his religion. I have
 failed. My son changed me by the will of   Allah. How can I change him?
 What of my actions will make my son turn   back to Allah?…”
Ahmad closed the diary, tears rolling down his face. Ahmad got hold of a pen and paper and wrote down the following:
“My
 Father. I have read your diary. I changed you when I was a child   
through my questioning by the will of Allah. Your words of your diary   
have turned me back to Allah by His will and Command.” Ahmad slipped the
   page into his father’s diary on the last page he had read.
Ahmad
 got up and for the first time on his own he performed Wudu.   Ahmad put
 his clothes and shoes on and walked towards the masjid.
Unfortunately
 little did Ahmad know that Mo, his friend, was going to   take the same
 road as him! Will Mo influence him back to the road to   Hell? Can 
Ahmad influence Mo to the road towards Paradise? Will Ahmad   continue 
on the road he is on?
Ahmad felt pure. A feeling of a happiness 
that is indestructible; and   this happiness is one that can only be 
felt after doing a deed  pleasing  to Allah while continuing on a right 
path.
Ahmad walked down the street listening to the birds around chirping, praising Allah in ways He (Allah) knows best.
Suddenly Mo came around the corner unexpectedly.
“Ahmad! So good to see you again!” Mo called out.
Ahmad smiled.
“Where are you off too?” Mo asked.
“Well…I…To be honest Mo, I am going to the Masjid.”
“What!!! Are you mad?! That place?!”
“Listen Mo. You won’t understand until you open your eyes.”
“And are your eyes open?”
“I am at least trying.”
“Ha!
 You can live your life in boredom Ahmad, but at the end of the   day, 
some day I will be in the same Heaven as you, and then you will   regret
 not having fun now.”
“Mo! How are you so sure of entering Paradise?”
“Yes! Because Allah and His Prophet (saws) said.”
“We
 are in no situation to start interpreting Hadith Mo. Anyway, do   you 
really think that the people of Paradise will regret not doing   sinful 
things? In fact it would be the complete opposite.”
“I cannot 
believe you have gotten brainwashed Ahmad. But I know a way   to change 
your mind…” Ahmad smirked towards Mo and quickly ran off.
“…Oh no! What is he up too..?” Ahmad thought to himself.
Ahmad continued on towards the Masjid.
As Ahmad walked towards the doors of the Masjid, the hairs on his body stood on end.
“…This is it…” Ahmad said to himself as he opened the door of the Masjid and entered.
Inside was empty. Inside was very quiet. Ahmad walked over to the corner of the Masjid and sat down facing the Qibla.
“Ya
 Allah! Forgive me! I am so scared of you now. I have done so much   
that you hate, yet you did not take my soul…” For two whole hours  Ahmad
  cried and spoke to Allah. Tears streamed down his face. In fact,  he  
cried so much the carpet beneath his face was wet with tears.
Time
 past on. Suddenly the local Sheik entered the room and spotted   Ahmad.
 He stood for a moment listening to Ahmad’s Du’a. He was so moved   by 
it, his eyes began to shed tears. He slowly approached Ahmad and   
carefully comforted him. Ahmad jumped slightly.
“Oh Sheik…I…I am sorry for…” Ahmad said embarrassed, but before he could finish the Sheik said:
“Ahmad.
 It’s ok. I see that you feel embarrassed, but that is good.   It is 
better to be embarrassed than one who shows off.” The Sheik said   as he
 smiled towards Ahmad.
“Your father and mother would be really 
proud of you. But most and   best of all, you have submitted your whole 
self to Allah.” The Sheik   continued on.
“I angered my parents oh Sheik. How can I make them happy?” Ahmad said.
“You have already made them happy when they see you now. Your father is very proud of you.”
“I mean, I want to get them something nice, as a gift.”
“Hmm. Well, you can get your mother some flowers or chocolate, and your father some perfume maybe?”
Ahmad smiled and said, “Wonderful idea. I will do that.”
“Here.” The Sheik said as he handed Ahmad two small pieces of paper and a pen.
“Write a small message to each of your parents and stick it on the gifts when you buy them.” The sheik said.
Ahmad began to write down small messages to his mother and father on the separate pages.
“Jazak Allah Kher Sheik. I cannot wait to get back and see my parents smile!” Ahmad said ecstatically as he got up.
“Barak
 Allah Fekum Ahmad! I cannot wait for ‘Ishah prayer tonight to see you 
and your father come Inshah’Allah!” The Sheik replied smiling.
“You will see us both Inshah’Allah!” Ahmad answered.
Ahmad gave the Sheik a big hug and began to make his journey towards some local shops.
Ahmad
 spent some time selecting some gifts for his parents with the   money 
he got. He managed to buy some lovely perfume for his father and a   
delicious box of chocolates for his mother. After buying the gifts he   
stuck the small messages on them and prepared his blessed journey home.
Time
 ticks away…Not a single Human or Jinn on this Earth has realised that 
Allah has just ordered the Angels of Death to prepare to take a few 
peoples soul including Ahmad’s…!
Ahmad begins his journey home 
still constantly seeking Allah’s   forgiveness…Mo with a half dressed 
girl in his arm spots Ahmad from a   distance and smirks making his way 
towards Ahmad preparing to perform   his disgusting sinful plan…A pious 
elderly Muslim lady prepares to cross   the road…Ahmad begins to cross 
the road…Mo quickly runs to the centre   of the road and calls out, “Yo 
Ahmad! Look at the chick I got for you!   She can be yours right now!”
“…Oh
 no! Ya Allah help me…!” Ahmad says to himself trying his best to   keep
 staring towards the ground, knowing that his weak point are   women…The
 pious elderly Muslim lady begins to cross the road…And then   death 
prepares to strike from all angles!!!
Ahmad stares to the ground 
and continues to cross the road?Shaytan  senses the presence of death 
and rushes towards his enemy, Ahmad.
“?Look at the woman Ahmad! She is beautiful! Look at her to get rid of your satisfaction..!” Shaytan whispers into his ear.
Suddenly
 a truck several yards from the group automatically looses   control. A 
loud screech is heard from the group as they turn around and   spot the 
truck skidding towards them! Ahmad sees that the pious Muslim   elderly 
Sister is in the line of collision! He drops the bags and  rushes  
towards the Sister.
“?By Allah, if I am going to do something for 
Allah, I will save this   Muslim Sister to make Allah happy..!” Ahmad 
says to himself as he   rushes to her and pushes her out the way. In 
those moments the truck   smacks into Mo and the girl he is with 
knocking them flying into the   air. Next in line is Ahmad. Ahmad 
manages to push the elderly Sister out   of the way but is caught up in 
the collision. Within seconds all three   teenagers are lying in pools 
of blood.
“Oh Allah?I am scared?I don’t want to die like this?I 
did not even do   my full five prayers yet?I did not fast…” Ahmad slowly
 says as tears   roll down his face. Blood pours from the side of his 
body and skull.
The collision made enough sound for people to rush
 out of their   homes. Even the Imam of the local Masjid came rushing 
out. The Sheik   spotted Ahmad in the distance and ran towards him as 
fast as he could.
“Ahmad!” The Imam calls out as he rushes towards him taking hold of his bloodied hand.
“Pronounce Shahada!” The Imam calls out.
Suddenly
 a strange cold breeze is felt by Ahmad. In confusion he   looks up and 
what he sees is something he could have never imagined in   his life.
Two
 groups of astonishing angels begin descending from the sky. One   group
 shining like the sun. Wings spreading as far as the eyes can see. A   
radiating beauty spreading from their faces and bodies, with  comforting
  arms stretching forth. The other group on the other hand,  have faces 
 and bodies dark and terrifying, faces of extreme horror.  Sounds of  
thunder bursting from their mouths carrying tools of torture  within  
their hands.
                                                  ”La Ila ha Illallah" Ahmad begins to call out.
The Imam smiles, tears rolling down his face. He spots sweat appear  
 upon Ahmad’s forehead. The Imam knew that one who dies with sweat upon 
  the brow is a good sign.
Ahmad still has no idea which groups of
 angels are going to whom.   Suddenly Ahmad feels a relief that no human
 can ever feel in this life   as he realises that the angels of 
extraordinary beauty are looking at   him!
Ahmad raises his hands towards theirs, wanting to get away from the pain.
“No
 more crying Ahmad. Come to us. We are your friends. We love you   so 
much Ahmad. We will look after you and care for you until you meet   
Allah who is very happy with you!” The angels call out as their hands   
come into contact with Ahmad’s. Slowly they take Ahmad’s soul more   
gently than a caring mother lifting her new born child.
Tears flow
 down the cheeks of Ahmad as he is left in absolute shock   of what he 
is seeing. He spots an unbelievably looking cradle like bed   made of a 
beautiful light of different colours being carried by one   Angel. As 
the Angels slowly place his soul into the cradle, another   Angel 
sprinkles a beautiful smelling musk never smelt by man upon Ahmad.   
Like little twinkling stars, they slowly fall upon Ahmad like small   
colourful snowflakes.
While Ahmad is being treated to this death 
of honour, the other group   of terrifying Angels of torture headed 
towards Mo and the girl he was   with!
Like a skewer being ripped 
through wet cotton wool, the Angels tear   away at Mo’s and the girl’s 
soul. The Angels with Ahmad prevent him from   hearing the screams of 
the two so that he can be at peace as much as   possible.
“Oh 
Allah no! Please! I am a Muslim, I am a Muslim!” Mo screams as   the 
Angels of punishment rip his soul out, veins and arteries dangling   
from his body.
“Muslim?! Do not degrade the name of Muslim! You 
disobeyed Allah and   you lived in denial of Allah’s punishment! Now you
 will suffer for now   and forever!” The Angels scream out to him in 
thundering voices as they   throw his and the girls soul into a bed of 
dark black fire.
“May Allah curse you Mo! You guided me to this! 
May Allah give you a   double punishment!” The girl screams out as her 
flesh and bone is left   exposed as she burns slowly and agonisingly in 
the bed of fire.
“I did not force you to sin! You came to me willingly!” Mo cries out.
“Quiet! Save your arguments for The Day of Judgment!” The Angels scream out to them.
Both Mo and the girl look up and spot Ahmad.
“?If
 only I listened to Ahmad on the road I may have been with him   now?” 
Mo says to himself as tears pour from his eyes from both the agony   and
 the regret.
Back on Earth Ahmad’s parents have come onto the street to see what has happened.
Suddenly Ahmad’s father spots his son lying in a pool of blood on the road.
“Ya Allah no!” Ahmad’s father screams out as he rushes towards his son.
The
 Imam spots Ahmad’s father rushing towards the body. He quickly   gets 
up and tries to prevent Ahmad’s father from approaching the dead   body.
“What happened?! Is he ok?!” Ahmad’s father cries out.
The Imam takes Ahmad’s father by the shoulders and embraces him in his arms.
“Allah has taken Ahmad back to Him.” The Imam slowly says.
“Ya Allah! My son, my son!” Ahmad’s father says as he almost collapses to the floor.
The Imam slowly helps the father to sit upon the ground.
“Muhammad,
 listen to me. Your son has turned back to Allah. I saw him   crying so 
much in the Masjid today. He was there for about two solid   hours all 
by himself seeking forgiveness. I had a beautiful talk with   him and he
 even bought you some gifts to try and please Allah in making   you 
happy. Best of all dear Muhammad, he pronounced the Shahada before   
going, and not only that, but he saved an elderly Muslim Sister. He   
looked up into the sky and smiled just before his breathing stopped.   
Take this.” The Imam said as he handed the bag of gifts Ahmad bought for
   his parents.
Ahmad’s father was still in shock as he held the 
gifts in his hands.   Slowly he lifted the gifts out of the bag. There 
he found a beautiful   bottle of musk for himself and a delicious box of
 chocolate.
He read the following message attached to the musk:
“Dear
 beloved father. This is for you. I Love Allah more than  anything and I
 will do everything in my power to make you and mama  happy. I cannot 
wait for tonight to pray ‘Ishah Prayer with you at the  Masjid!”
Tears poured from Ahmad’s father’s eyes.
“My
 son has made me proud! AllahuAkbar! AllahuAkbar!” Muhammad got up   and
 ran towards his wife who had made her way back into the house   seeking
 Allah to forgive her son.
“‘Aliya! ‘Aliya! Look at what our Ahmad
 got for us!” He quickly   handed the box of chocolates to his wife and 
asked her to read the   message:
“Dear beloved mother. These 
chocolates are for you. I have hurt you   both physically and mentally, 
and by Allah it will never happen again.   From now on I vow to make you
 smile and never frown. I vow to make you   happy and never sad. By 
Allah, we will pray to Allah together, and   Inshah’Allah we will walk 
into Paradise together as one big family.”
“SubhanAllah! Lah He Lah Ha Ilallah! My son turned back to Allah!” ‘Aliya cried out.
Muhammad told her the story of what the Imam told him.
Nobody
 knew of the honour and beauty Ahmad was experiencing, while   nobody 
knew of what the terrors Mo and the girl were going through.
TO BE CONTINUE....