Mata’ul Gharoor (A Substance of deceit): Sandals Never worn

Then why do you not (intervene) when (the soul of the dying person) reaches the throat…

[al-Qur’an; al-Waqiah: 83]

Then why do you not (intervene) when (the soul of the dying person) reaches the throat…
Then why do you not (intervene) when (the soul of the dying person) reaches the throat…

”These verses never hit me before, like this.I can’t help but a part of me sinks inside whenever I read these verses of surah al Waqiah nowadays. And, when it reaches on the verse;
“Bring back the soul…”

It becomes even more intense.

From the last few months, hardly a week passes by without the news of ‘one more death’ in extended family and friends. Friend’s father, distant cousin, some neighbour, old colleague, his uncle, her mother, their child; leaves are falling one by one. In my home town, five members of the same family lost their lives in this pandemic.

I know that we all will die one day anyway; with or without corona, irrespective.
However, the transience of this life is never realized like this ever before.

Two months before I purchased three unstitched suits online. I kept them all in a bag ready with the measurements to get them stitched. Trust me! The bag ready to just ‘pick and drop’ at the tailor’s shop is lying at the same place from the last two months. I do not feel like getting them stitched anymore. I had to embroider a few roses on my Kurta; however, I am not feeling like. Buying more, having more, keeping more, doesn’t cross the mind anymore.

AND THE LIFE OF THIS WORLD IS ONLY A DECEIVING ENJOYMENT.

Two months back one of my batch mates, my senior, passed away due to covid infection, leaving behind a wife and a mother. Wallaahi, I couldn’t stop thinking about him working in lab, publishing ‘one more paper’, getting a Ph.D., moving to another country, getting a good job…and suddenly, he passed away leaving all that behind.

Hardly ten days passed, one of my cousins passed away; 9 months pregnant, with a baby inside her tummy, she was buried underground. She had come to her Mom’s home for her delivery. They must have brought the cot for the baby, the soft blankets, cosy babywear. They must have bought those cute baby-sandals too. Their baby bag must be ready to take to the hospital at the first pang of labour. The Mom-to-be wanted to be with her mother for the arrival of a new life.

Her mother took her to hospital. However, she didn’t come back with her daughter and the daughter’s newborn. No new life came.

Even the one that was already there passed away. (إِنَّا لِلَّٰهِ وَإِنَّا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعُونَ)

She couldn’t survive the Covid infection. Both the mom and the baby got buried, leaving behind all those maternity wear and the cute baby sandals.

Then why do you not (intervene) when (the soul of the dying person) reaches the throat.

[AL-QUR’AN; AL-WAQIAH: 83]

If we could intervene, would we let our loved ones go ever?

And, it reminds me of the daunting description sketched in surah al-Qiyamah in Qur’an. May Allah make us firm at that time with the Firm Statement. (Aameen)

Nay, when it reaches to the collarbones.And it will be said: “Who can cure him”And he will think that it was the parting;And one shank will be joined with another shank.The drive will be on that Day to your Lord!

[AL-QUR’AN; AL-QIYAMAH: 26-30]

SubhanAllaah ❤️!
Just ponder over this verse, “وَقِيلَ مَنۡۜ رَاقٍ۬ (“Who can cure him”)…

When the soul is finally leaving the body, it reaches to throat, the collarbones, and the family & friends stare in horror; can anybody do anything?
Can they bring someone who could recite divine prayers of healing to cure him?
Or, a doctor to save him?

By Allaah, NO!

And, after reciting surah al-Waqiah when I reach the next surah, I get my answer.
Nowadays, I can’t think beyond this…
“وَمَا ٱلۡحَيَوٰةُ ٱلدُّنۡيَآ إِلَّا مَتَـٰعُ ٱلۡغُرُورِ”

And the life of this world is only a deceiving enjoyment.

[AL-QUR’AN: AL-HADEED; 20]

Stop running after it.
Live it for a higher cause, for greater power, in His obedience only ❤️.

Sisterly Yours
The Might of Pen

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