Showkat
07-25-2013, 10:24 AM
I was an imp, very sharp at tongue, ready to quarrel and always indulged in some wicked jobs. I was a gunda of my street. The other children who were residing in my street were very afraid of me. They would follow me whatever I ordered them. But sometimes they would rebel for which they had to bear canning from me. My nature was not good and my behavior was very rude. I would call names to everyone, abuse anybody whom I liked and beat the weak children of the street. My parents were very worried about my future. They were in dilemma whether I was sane or insane. Sometimes they would call me ‘’deewana’’ mad in anger. I was behaving like an insane. They brought a talisman for me from a local witch doctor in order to change my nature. But the talisman could not change my nature. I was just like I was.
One day after quarreling with my mother I went to sleep very early. It was winter and the nights in winter are very long and people have bad dreams. I was very much exhausted and fell In a deep slumber. I went through a dream. I saw myself in the ancestral graveyard. I saw many graves and most of them were open. It was the doomsday and people were being questioned by the angels. My heart was beating fast as I was very much afraid. There were two groups of people. One group was of the good ones and the other was of the sinners. I was in the later group. I was to be punished for being rude and cruel. Was in a queue and was waiting for my turn. The people in my queue were thrown into the hell one by one. They were lisping the words which I could not understand. They were being thrown into the hell one by one. It was then my turn and I was shivering. The angels came forward, held me and were about to throw into the hell. The red stones and the fierce flames were waiting for me to be engulfed. I was to be used as fuel for the hell. The shrieks of the people could be heard from the hell fire. They would remain there forever and would serve as a fuel. The hell fire is the eternal home for sinners and I was also among them. I cried in fear. There was none who could save me from the dreaded situation. I cried helplessly. There were others like me who were receiving the punishment for their sins. I could not expect any help from them. They were themselves in pain. I sighed and the name of God came on my lips. I invocated Him and asked His forgiveness. I yelled, looked at the skies and shed the tears. I raised my hands and invocated to God: ‘’My Lord, pardon me, now on words I will be a good boy, forgive me my Lord, and please forgive me.’’
I was crying looking at the sky expecting God’s mercy. After sometime a green ray from the western side of the sky appeared before me. I felt the presence of God and my heart was filled with joy and hope.
‘’Promise that you will avoid every sin, never abuse or call bad names to anyone, never quarrel with your siblings, never beat the weak children of the street; ‘promise that you will speak truth, obey your parents, love the weak children, respect your teachers and elders,’ God told me.
I swore innocently and God blessed me. He ordered the angels to release me and I got out from the grave. My dream broke and my heart was still beating. I got drenched into sweat. The dreadful dream was still haunted me. Thinking myself alone I called out my father. He was in deep slumber. I felt myself completely desolate and lonely. I drew the quilt over my head but I got choked. I felt difficulty in breathing. I was still hidden in the bed; choking and gasping wished the morning to dawn.
The ‘’muzin’s’’ call for’’ fajar’’ prayer brought the wave of happiness into my heart. I got relaxed and fell in a deep slumber. I woke up late in the morning and had almost forgotten the dream because I was in the world where I felt myself safe at my home between my parents. God advised me in the dream but I forgot that because I was not in the graveyard among the other sinners who were given a severe punishment.
But I realized that God is very kind and merciful. He loves us and forgives our sins if we ask His forgiveness.
One day after quarreling with my mother I went to sleep very early. It was winter and the nights in winter are very long and people have bad dreams. I was very much exhausted and fell In a deep slumber. I went through a dream. I saw myself in the ancestral graveyard. I saw many graves and most of them were open. It was the doomsday and people were being questioned by the angels. My heart was beating fast as I was very much afraid. There were two groups of people. One group was of the good ones and the other was of the sinners. I was in the later group. I was to be punished for being rude and cruel. Was in a queue and was waiting for my turn. The people in my queue were thrown into the hell one by one. They were lisping the words which I could not understand. They were being thrown into the hell one by one. It was then my turn and I was shivering. The angels came forward, held me and were about to throw into the hell. The red stones and the fierce flames were waiting for me to be engulfed. I was to be used as fuel for the hell. The shrieks of the people could be heard from the hell fire. They would remain there forever and would serve as a fuel. The hell fire is the eternal home for sinners and I was also among them. I cried in fear. There was none who could save me from the dreaded situation. I cried helplessly. There were others like me who were receiving the punishment for their sins. I could not expect any help from them. They were themselves in pain. I sighed and the name of God came on my lips. I invocated Him and asked His forgiveness. I yelled, looked at the skies and shed the tears. I raised my hands and invocated to God: ‘’My Lord, pardon me, now on words I will be a good boy, forgive me my Lord, and please forgive me.’’
I was crying looking at the sky expecting God’s mercy. After sometime a green ray from the western side of the sky appeared before me. I felt the presence of God and my heart was filled with joy and hope.
‘’Promise that you will avoid every sin, never abuse or call bad names to anyone, never quarrel with your siblings, never beat the weak children of the street; ‘promise that you will speak truth, obey your parents, love the weak children, respect your teachers and elders,’ God told me.
I swore innocently and God blessed me. He ordered the angels to release me and I got out from the grave. My dream broke and my heart was still beating. I got drenched into sweat. The dreadful dream was still haunted me. Thinking myself alone I called out my father. He was in deep slumber. I felt myself completely desolate and lonely. I drew the quilt over my head but I got choked. I felt difficulty in breathing. I was still hidden in the bed; choking and gasping wished the morning to dawn.
The ‘’muzin’s’’ call for’’ fajar’’ prayer brought the wave of happiness into my heart. I got relaxed and fell in a deep slumber. I woke up late in the morning and had almost forgotten the dream because I was in the world where I felt myself safe at my home between my parents. God advised me in the dream but I forgot that because I was not in the graveyard among the other sinners who were given a severe punishment.
But I realized that God is very kind and merciful. He loves us and forgives our sins if we ask His forgiveness.