Slowly the soil of the ground is thrown over the body of Ahmad. Minute by minute the hole of the grave begins to fill. Family, relatives and friends watch down in sadness, some crying out of grief, others crying out of fear that one day they will be in Ahmad’s situation, dead. They all sit around Ahmad’s grave until the time appointed. As they walk away, Ahmad’s soul is instantly taken up outside the Gates of Paradise. There before him

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

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

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 ran down the road towards his friend Mo. “Yo Ahmad! Where were you?!” Mo called out as Ahmad ran towards him. “Ah! It’s my parents again! They filled my ears again with all that religious rubbish.” “Haha! Don’t they have a life? I mean, Allah says He is forgiving, so as long as we believe in Him we will all go to Paradise as long as we don’t harm other people!” Mo spoke without knowledge. Mo and Ahmad continued

Ahmad’s Father, Muhammad, sat at the breakfast table staring down, watching the steam from his hot tea rise up into the air. Ahmad’s mother, ‘Aliya, approached Muhammad and sat next to him. “My beloved husband, what makes you sad?” “It is Ahmad. I weep for him. I have had a hard life and never had the life of a proper child. I was brought up in sin and I wasted so many years of my life in which I could

Ahmad lay in his bed fast asleep. The time approached Salatul-Thuhur. Suddenly Ahmad woke up from the sudden shaking of his blankets. “Ahmad! Wake up!” His father called as he shook him awake. “For God Sake! Why? It’s only 1:00pm in the afternoon!” Ahmad called out as he stretched around to stare at his alarm clock. “It’s only 1:00pm?! Are you insane? Almost the whole population is out of bed, and you are acting as it is 6:00am!” His father