My Day of Judgement

It was a nice warm day outside. The sun shined bright through the windows pain. It was your typical day, nothing out of the ordinary until, someone knocked at the door. I was not expecting anyone; the plan was to just relax, with a cup of tea and work on my novel. I placed my cup down on the table, and lazily walked to the door, hoping that who it was had gone away by time I had gotten there. I looked out of the peak hole but could see nothing. I opened the door, and still saw nothing. " Hmmm, perhaps it was just my imagination", I thought. I closed to door, and began to walk away, when there was another knock at the door. It was real, and I was for sure this time. It came in loud and clear. I opened the door again, yet no one stood there. As I closed the door there was an odd feeling that had come over me. I felt chilly and a bit lost, unsure of my surroundings. I blinked my eyes a few times, and stood still. I could not remember anything. It was as if my mind had been wiped clean.

As I walked back into the living room, there sat a figure; cloudy, but bright; like a light beaming from transparent paper. I reached my hand out to touch it. Asalaamu Alaikum a voice said. I turned around, but saw nothing. "Wa Alaikum salaam", I said, turning back towards the light. Who are you, what are you? "I am an Angel", he replied. "I have come to take you on a trip." " Our creator has sent prophets, to mankind, reminding them of his oneness, and their purpose in this world. I have come to you, as I have come to others before you, and as I will go to many after you. "Where are we going?" I said, voice shaking, full of fear. "I am going to take you on a trip that you have been eager to see. Will we...?", I began to say, but I was not able to finish. With the blink of an eye, I was now standing in a long line. Everyone was naked, with eyes full of fear.

"This is the line, the line in which you stand before your creator, lord of all the worlds, to be judged for your deeds, and intentions, and upon his mercy, inshallah you will make it across the blades, and enter into paradise." " Just as the others, you to shall wait, until it is your turn. "Many will testify on your behalf, and many will not."

The line began to move, and many began to cry louder. I tried my best to tune them out, but could not. As tears fell down my face, I could see myself in their place. Closer and closer I came, until it was my turn. My hands begin to burn, and turn very red. They began to speak of the things that I had done with them. Helping others, typing articles and letters reminding others of the ones of God. They also spoke about the things I had stolen. My mouth became numb, and I was unable to talk, but my lips moved, and told about the prayers I had made, and the lies I had told. My feet became swollen and spoke of the places I had journeyed with intention to worship my lord. The many miles I had walked in order to pray in congregation, and the mainly places where I had been, and should not have been. My eyes testified as well, about the things that I had seen, and sought to look at, or lowered my gaze out of modesty, and my ears in reference to things I had listened to rather than the truth. Another voice said, "This is your fate, this is your judgment day." I walked through the door, and in front of me stood another door. Some one was knocking, but I feared opening it, not knowing what was on the other side, and or who was on the other side.
I reached my hand out to open it, and closed my eyes. As I opened the door, there stood an elderly lady. "Excuse me, but can you offer me some change?", she asked. I turned around, to find myself in my living room again, I went to my purse on the couch, and gave her everything I had. I closed the door, and fell to my knees, crying and weeping, and praying.
Oh, Allah. Thank you for your mercy, and providing me more time to do more good in this world, and inshallah I will have the best in the next. Ameen.