" DESTINATION OF THE HEREAFTER "

There was once a girl name noorah she was a very sweet loving girl but one thing stood her way " she was very sick "

Her cheek were worn & sunken & her skin huggen her bones that didn't stop her though you could never catch her not reciting quraan always busy in her personal prayer room she always raising her hand in prayers that was the way she was from down to sunset and back again ... wasting time was for other But not for her

She had a sister " hanan "completely different from her who wanted nothing more than fashion ,, magazines & novel's ... she was negligent in her responsible & laziness in her salaah

As usual hanan playing games reading magazine with her friends

& noorah in her room with her friends making imaane muzaakirah ( remembrances in the greatness in Allah )

One night the azaan softly goes & hanan slp peacefully into her blanket but then noorah knocks on her sister room door :

Noorah knocks knocks
Hannan: opens
Would you like anything noorah

Noorah: dont sleep before you pray fajr salaah

Hannan: aghh ... there's still an hour before fajr that was only the firs azaan!!

With those loving pinches of her sister noorah called her sister hanan to join her hanan never refuse any of her request you could touch the purity & sincerity

Noorah : hanan can u come sit beside me ,

Hannan : okay I'm sitting what's on your maind ??

Noorah : do you believe in deaths?

Hannan : of course i do

Noorah: do you believe that you should be responsible for whatever you do regardless how small or big your actions may be ???

Hannan: i do but allah is forgiving & merciful & i've got a long life waiting for me

Noorah : stop it hanna aren't you afraid of death ,, death is age blind and yòur age could never be a measure of when you shall die

Hannan : left thinking

Noorah: what are you thinking about Hanna ?
Do you think I'm just saying this because I'm sick ? UH UH in fact i may live longer than people who are not sick & u hanan how long are u going to live for 20 years ? Maybe 40? Then what ????

Hannan: left her sister room with her words ringing in her ears

After a few days noorah condition become critical. There was not much hope that noorah was going to out live the disease they took her immediately to the hospital
Hanan could feel that her sister wasn't going to be able to fight her sickness
Her mother could sense something had gone clearly wrong
So hanan & her mother left immediately to the hospital

Mother: Assalamualaikum nurse how's my daughter i hope my daughter recovering inshaallah

Nurse: noorah condition had gotten better than what it was alhamdulillah

The mother entered the room hug & kissing her daughter unable to control her crying then the mother left

Hanan enter the room trying to control her tears from falling

Hannan: how are u feeling noorah ?? What wrong you were fine a few days ago what happened??

Noorah: alhamdulillah I'm doing fine

Hannan: "alhamdulillah but you hand are cold"

Hanan sat on her bedside & rested her finger on her knee noorah pushing it away

Hannan: sorry did i hurt you ??

Noorah: " no " it is just that i remember allah word's one leg will be wrapped to the other ( in the kaffan)
Hanan make dua for me i may be meeting the first day of the hereafter soon it is a long journey & i haven't prepared enough good deed's in my suitcase

Tears escaped their eyes & ran down their cheeks as the two sister huged each other wiping each other tears that was the last time the sisters hug

At home hanan went in her room she watched the sun pass away with a sorrowful day the whole place was silent the visitors wew many & only one thing hannan had clear noorah had died !!!!

Hannan went in her sister room with noorah friends they sat there in her room hannan heartbroken she did not know what ws happening she couldn't even cry anymore
She sat there in her sister room staring silent mirrors

Hannan: tonight is noorah first night that she shall spend in her grave allah have mercy on her & this was her quraan her prayer mat o Allah have mercy on me &accept me & forgive me

At that moment hannan cried over all the days that she had lost she
ask her self what if it was i who had died ?? Where would i be moving onto ? Fear pressed her & tears began all over again

We are all going on noorah journey what have we prepared for it , have we read enough quraan or are we puntual on our fard salaah ?

My dear desecrated sister in islaam death has no time & age death is right in front of us

" have we packed our suitcase "

May Allah give us ability to live our lives pleasing him ❤❤