My 113th Post: Religious Us

The day I took my first breath of air, I didn't know who I was or what my identity was going to be....like others, I just opened my eyes and closed them again to be cuddled in the arms of my loved ones....I didn't know what my motive was when I came into existence....I only knew that I have been sent to some people as their son, nothing else....when I grew, things revealed and I was given a certain identity to carry myself in this world...with a name and a family background, I was also enrolled in a titled category which by default is done for each and every child who steps in this world....I was categorised according to the religion of my parents and placed under the title of Islam....
What is Islam? What kind of a religion is it? Things like that were unknown to my knowledge and what was known is that it is a religion which my parents follow and I have to obey them and follow what they tell me to...with age, the knowledge increased and I came to know the difference between good and bad and the selection of a righteous path....this day, there are so many things that I know are wrong in this society and I know that they would lead me to the fire of Hell....I know I should avoid them and try to become a better Muslim but instead of doing that, I am just fooling around and dragging my mind towards the beastly activities....
I am not the judge of the ones who are reading my posts but I can say that most of the people are just namely religious....they might be following some rules and regulations but would be avoiding a lot of them....in Islam, the first thing we are taught are the rules which would keep us away from Hell....those rules are simple and easily followed....I believe in each and every rule taught to us but the last one which says to believe in the day of judgement, I am doing a mistake in that....I believe from the depth of my heart that I would be commanded to raise once more to be judged according to my deeds in this worldly life....but, the thing which is killing me is that I do believe but I ain't correcting my deeds....there are many mistakes in my character which might get me punished and the irony is that I am not avoiding them....surely I do try but my will is weak which means I am not really trying hard.....
There should be a fear in our hearts stronger than the one we have when we have to face our parents....It is the God we are talking about here...He is the one who created each and everything, even the ones we fear....if we are afraid of the creation, why don't we have the sense of being afraid of the Creator? the creation might hurt us physically but for a limited time...the Creator can punish us for eternity if He wills to do so....His torments would be much terrible than the ones we can imagine.....but still, we are ignoring that fact and moving in life the way we want to....we are avoiding simple things which He taught us to be good and are lusting over things which He has restrained us from.....
Most of us are following Him just compared to the drop of rain against the water from all the oceans....just ask your heart where do you stand and if you are far away from the gates of Heaven, try to perfect yourself and pray to Him to guide you and the others to the right path....strengthen your believes and make the aim of reaching Heaven your first priority....
May Allah bless us all and please do pray for each and everyone, including this writer.....

My 110th Post: Suicide

A person lives once and unfortunately dies once....once you are dead, you can't return to this world and relive what you thought was useless.....every year around 800000 to a million people die due to committing suicide....these are the ones who have no respect for their lives and I personally believe that they are the weakest form of mankind.....they don't have the will to stand up against the world and try to change things....well, it is not entirely their fault because they never had the trust in God....they are amongst those who never understood His dealings and His justice.....
A rope tied around the neck or a jump from a cliff, are explained as difficult tasks....it is said that to commit suicide, one needs to have guts....it ain't an easy task to achieve....well I accept this statement because taking someone else's life is not that hard compared to killing oneself.....but still, there is strength in the will and the firmness upon the point of giving up....so in the end, no matter how rough and tough a suicider might seem to the entire world, he/she still is a looser....someone who couldn't achieve something and in return took his/her life just to prove that what he/she was after meant a lot to him/her.....maybe the point is clearly defined by the act of a suicide but in the end, that someone stays a looser because there is a loss of life and also would lose the reason that someone died for.....
I agree that at times things become difficult for a person to handle....life becomes tough and the tragedies bomb the entire mind but I believe that ain't a reason of giving up.....I am not talking about foolish reasons like dying for a guy or a girl because that in my understanding is just out of question...that someone is just a selfish soul who never deserved the love from his/her family.....just for a love of few days, months or perhaps years, people attempt suicide and the ones who are successful, leave behind the ones who loved and cherished them their entire life.....I believe that their families, no matter how ignoring, deserved better.....here am talking about people who go through tragedies like losing their families in a battle which was never their's or being robbed out of dignity or physical respect....these people are really hurt....the mind starts playing games and with time they start accepting the fact that there isn't any space for them in this society....death seems more attractive to them and they happily depart from this cruel world.....
If only those people had their believe in God, they might have stayed back and might have remained within our society...I know that it is easy for a person to write about others and tough to be the one who experiences things like that but still I wish there was a way out.....this society plays an equal part in those suicides....if our society wasn't this cruel, their hopes might have lived and they might have fought for their rights....but our society likes to rub in and scratch the fresh wounds until the victim falls upon his/her knees....instead of supporting someone, our society starts ignoring and keeps nagging until it is successful at washing the prints of that someone from the corner of this world.....
Let me ask you that what was the mistake of an innocent girl who was rapped on her way to school or the mistake of the guy who was honest with his job but due to political games, was imprisoned upon the charge of corruption...what did they do to the society or anyone to get this as a reward? they were clean but they suffered....they became weak and found death as their loyal companion because life was mocking them where ever they went....they committed suicide and left this world just to run away from this hell....they were wrong but the society wasn't right as well....they required justice but were treated as bugs in this society....
I wish to help those depressed souls and want to make them happy....before ruling out someone, try to see what went behind the scenes and help reducing the number of suicides...life is a beautiful gift bestowed upon us and we should cherish it rather than just running to quite it.....

My 90th Post: Hell

It is really tough when someone imagines the life in hell....how would it be and what punishments one would bare there....few hours ago, I was thinking about the same thing...only the difference here was that I was having a nightmare about hell....
Life was ending and people were falling down the cracks in the earth....no one was able to run from it unless they chanted the name of Allah and were reciting a kalma and something else which I don't remember....there was some light blue circle around the ones who were reciting those verses and the devil was scared from them and when ever he attempted to capture them, he was burnt by that light....there were people but not exactly people who were commanding everyone  to remember their Lord and ask for His forgiveness so that they may be blessed with heaven.....
People were crying and all I could see was that the ones who weren't amongst the worshippers of Allah, were thrown mercilessly in the pit from where blazing fire could be seen....the devil smiled upon their idiocy and was pleased with their descend......the sky was falling and it was dark, just enough to allow people to view the torments upon the ones who still were denying His power.....
My dream became odd....I don't really remember who, but there was someone whom I was trying to save and due to that someone, I wasn't able to recite in time.....I saved that someone and started to recite but the devil saw me and said that it was a mighty deed of me to save that someone but he had to take someone instead, so took me....I was reciting but couldn't complete that blue circle and angels were trying to help me by motivating to completely recite but I was unable to do that and I fell in the pit of fire....
It was a scary fall and I would be sweating in my sleep if someone saw me then....when I reached the bottom, things went way too odd....there were many punishments there and the least painful I recall was the one having a conveyor belt upon which there was meat rolling around....people were thrown upon that and underneath their feet was something burning, hotter than the lava....people were getting roasted and chopped and at the end, they came to same state again and the process carried on....punishments carried on in turns and after one punishment, another awaited.....
The whole experience was just too horrid so am not gonna write about other things as some of my readers won't be suitable to that information but what so ever, everything was worst than it sounds while someone is reading this....
After the series of punishments, I realised that there was a way out....the devil was just someone who was doing his duties and didn't have grudge against the people....except enjoying what he was doing, he really didn't care much about the happenings and there was still a chance for me to get free....I somehow had a feeling in my heart that it was just a part of a test, it wasn't a real set of punishment...all I had to do is believe in Allah even when I was down there....I just had to believe that no matter what if I just trust Him, then the torments won't affect me and that did happen...the devil became lenient towards me and after a while, there came a door for me to follow....my dream ended here and I woke up thinking what that meant...
I thought to share this with you guys as well...maybe this is what it meant when I tried helping others and except that, I am trying to realise what really was there and what I am being told to do.....
Do share....