It Started with a Hijabi's Diary

3= Islam and Ethics

Starting with the name of Allah, who's the most Merciful and Most Gracious

بسمہ اللہ الرحمن الرحيم

Peace and blessings of Allah Almighty be upon our beloved prophets, and all the believers in this world or the other.

Narrated Hudhaifa: Allah's Apostle narrated to us two narrations, one of which I have seen (happening) and I am waiting for the other. He narrated that honesty was preserved in the roots of the hearts of men (in the beginning) and then they learnt it (honesty) from the Qur'an, and then they learnt it from the (Prophet's) Sunna (tradition). He also told us about its disappearance, saying, A man will go to sleep whereupon honesty will be taken away from his heart, and only its trace will remain, resembling the traces of fire. He then will sleep whereupon the remainder of the honesty will also be taken away (from his heart) and its trace will resemble a blister which is raised over the surface of skin, when an ember touches one's foot; and in fact, this blister does not contain anything. So there will come a day when people will deal in business with each other but there will hardly be any trustworthy persons among them. Then it will be said that in such-and-such a tribe there is such-and-such person who is honest, and a man will be admired for his intelligence, good manners and strength, though indeed he will not have belief equal to a mustard seed in his heart. The narrator added: There came upon me a time when I did not mind dealing with anyone of you, for if he was a Muslim, his religion would prevent him from cheating; and if he was a Christian, his Muslim ruler would prevent him from cheating; but today I cannot deal except with so-and-so and so-and-so. (See Hadith No. 208, Vol. 9)
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Unknown's P.o.V

"Where is it?!", the man said calmly extending his hand forward, and petting his wild dog with the other, totally expecting the other man, who was about to pee his pants as he stood nervously, to give him the object he was waiting for.

"I-I didn't g-get it", he stuttered embarassedly, while looking down on the ground as he didn't have the courage to contact with such intense gaze.

But, alas, he was forced to do so the next second, as a hand was forcefully smashed on the black painted wood table.

"What do you mean you didn't get it, huh?! I don't give you money to get such stupid lame excuses! One thing! A single object, was what you had to steal. But you couldn't even do it?!! Now, Tell me WHAT PUNISHMENT YOU SHOULD GET?!"

The man being a victim to all this yelling, winced and stepped backward in fear. If someone told him that he had peed his pants or is dramatically pale, he'd agree without any hesitation.

"I-I'm s-sorry, sir".

"Sorry, my foot!"

And the next second, a bang sound echoed in the walls, leaving a lifeless body and blood pool on the ground.

And that was the time he faced the experience that no one can tell you about. It isn't like no one faces it. Every person, has to face this experience once in the life, according to their particular time.

But the one who faces it, isn't left to tell the people about it or how all the money of the world together can't even stop this, and all the luxurious things, their ego, reputation, all the money or things they fought for, feel nothing when one faces it.

Death

He was still having a little hope that these men will have mercy on him, but they didn't, instead they said,