Binte Abul Khair Azmi
What kind of negligence is this that has clouded our eyes?
What kind of peace is this that is actually a harbinger of destruction?
What kind of blanket of contentment is this that doesn't even let us feel the cold of reality?
Time... is passing silently.
Neither the sound of its footsteps is heard, nor is its speed estimated.
But every passing moment reduces a wick from the lamp of our life.
We change the pages of the calendar
But have we ever turned the pages of our hearts?
We count the years of our birthdays
But has our eye ever been wet at the decrease of our age?
Time is running out... and we are still content!
We think there is still plenty of time.
There is still youth left.
Health is still with us.
Death is still far away.
But death never comes after announcing.
It sees neither age, nor position, nor dreams, nor plans.
It just comes... and silences everything.
The Quran shakes us.
In the Holy Quran, man has been warned again and again by swearing by time.
Man is at a loss.
The loss is not of wealth...
The loss is of time.
Those moments that passed without the remembrance of Allah
Those hours that were drowned in negligence
Those days that remained empty of prostration.
We are so busy in the race of the world that we cannot hear the breaths of our souls.
We decorated homes, expanded businesses, earned names
But did we populate the heart?
Nights pass in the light of mobile phones
But the light of Tahajjud is not attained.
Eyes do not tire of watching series
But feel burdened while reading the Quran.
What kind of peace is this?
What kind of consolation is this?
That we even know that time is limited
Yet it is as if we have come to stay forever.
Graves are not silent
They accept new residents every day.
Those who were with us until yesterday
Are under the soil today.
And us?
We are still content.
Have we ever thought
That if today is the last day of our life?
If today's Maghrib is our last Maghrib?
If tonight is the last night?
What is our preparation?
What is our provision for the journey?
Are our deeds worthy of this journey?
Time is a sword.
If you do not cut it, it will cut you.
Life is the name of a breath.
One breath went in... if it doesn't come back, the story ends.
No chance for repentance, no opportunity for forgiveness.
But still
The door is not closed yet.
The breath is still going on.
The heart is still beating.
The mercy of the Lord is still vast.
That Lord who calls in the last part of the night
Is there anyone asking?
Is there anyone repenting?
Is there anyone returning?
When will we return?
In the darkness of the grave?
Or before that?
If you are feeling a slight prick in your heart today
Then understand that this is the mercy of Allah.
This restlessness is not torment... it is the beginning of awakening.
Get up
Correct your prayer.
Shed tears for your sins.
Ask forgiveness from your Lord.
Because there is no promise of tomorrow.
Time is running out...
And if we remain content even today
Then regret will not benefit tomorrow.
Let's decide today
We will not spend the rest of our lives in negligence.
We will live every day as if it were the last day.
We will offer every prayer as if it were the last prayer.
We will fall in every prostration as if there is no chance again.
Because the real success is this...
That we recover before time runs out.
May Allah grant us an awake heart, soft eyes, and sincere repentance.
Amen. 🤍