Imagine yourself after you pass away.Imagine your grave through night and through dayWishing that you did not do as they sayWishing that you had got up and had prayed.
Imagine, my friends, the day that you diedImagine all of the tears that they criedRemember how it felt when your body was tiedRemember how it felt in the grave which you lied.
Imagine the day you'll be called to accountImagine the sum to which your life will ammountThink for a moment of the deeds which you mountThink for a moment how much they will count.
What will they say of you when you are dead?What will they say, what will be said?Will they speak of all the poor who you fed?Will they remember all the Qur`an that you read?Think not of them, but of Allah, Lord of mankind and jinnThink of Allah when tempted to sinThink of the paradise which you will dwell inDon't wait till later to think what might have been.
