The path of Islam ✨

- The boy who tried to escape death (4)

All praise is due to Allah, The Most Beneficent and The Most Merciful. We praise Him, and seek His forgiveness. We seek refuge in Allah from the evils of ourselves and the mischief of our deeds. Whomsoever Allah guides cannot be misguided and whomsoever Allah misguides cannot be guided. Peace and blessings be upon the final messenger, Muhammad (SAW), upon his family and his noble companions

- Ameen. 🌷

Ahmad felt pure. A feeling of an indestructible happiness; and this happiness is one that can only be felt after doing a deed that please to Allah while continuing on a right path.

Ahmad walked down the street listening to the birds chirping around, praising Allah in ways He (Allah) knows best.

Suddenly Mo came around the corner unexpectedly.

"Ahmad! It's so good to see you again!" Mo called out.

Ahmad smiled.

"Where are you off too?" Mo asked.

"Well...I..." He tried to look for words.

"To be honest Mo, I am going to the Masjid."

"What? Are you sick? Is there's something wrong? Who forced you?!"

"You are going to that place?!" Mo asked gradually, pointing out the masjid in the corner.

"Listen Mo. You won't understand until you open your eyes."

"And are your eyes open?" He asked sarcastically.

"I am at least trying." Ahmed shrugged.

"Ha! You can live your life in boredom Ahmad, but at the end of the day, someday 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?"

"Because Allah and His Prophet (saws) said it."

"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..." Mo smirked to Ahmed 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, here we are..." 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..."

"Instead You let me alive, Ya Allah I am so sorry I disappointed You, I hurt You. Would you ever Forgive me, You Ar-Rahman."

"You've always been good to me ... and me in return I disobeyed You and turned my back from You ... but now I know and I want to change ..."

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 Sheikh 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 Sheikh... I-I am sorry for..." Ahmad said embarrassedly, but before he could finish the Sheikh cut him off.

"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 Sheikh 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 Sheikh continued on.

"I angered my parents oh Sheikh. 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 Sheikh 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 sheikh said.

Ahmad began to write down small messages to his mother and father on the separate pages.

"JazakAllah Kheir Sheikh, 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 Isha'a prayer tonight to see you and your father come Insha'Allah!" The Sheikh replied smiling.

"You will see us both Insha'Allah!" Ahmad answered.

Ahmad gave the Sheikh 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...

And not a single human being or Jinn on this Earth has realised that Allah has just ordered the Angel of Death to prepare to take a few peoples soul including Ahmad's ...

Ahmad begins his journey home still constantly seeking Allah's forgiveness ...

On the other side, Mo with a half-dressed girl in his arm spots Ahmad from a distance and smirks spitefully making his way towards Ahmad preparing to perform his disgusting sinful plan ...

A pious elderly Muslim lady also prepares to cross the road just as Ahmad ...

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 is woman...

As they all began to cross the road, little did they not know that death is preparing to strike from all angles ...