A Muslim Wrote:
I once lived beside a mortuary.
Not close to it, but beside it.
Just an incomplete fence separated the house from the mortuary. If you stretched your neck, you could literally see the mortuary.
Every day.
Dead bodies coming in.
Mourners crying.
Ambulances arriving.
Silence afterwards.
The house had six flats and I was the only tenant.
Not because the rent was expensive.
Not because the house was bad.
People were simply afraid.
The mortuary scared them.
But for me, that was the cheapest place I could afford during a mission assignment, and when you are pursuing purpose, comfort becomes secondary.
So I moved in.
And for months, I lived there alone.
Every morning I stepped out, I saw the reality many people spend their lives trying to ignore.
Death.
Not in theory.
Not in movies.
Not in sermons.
Real life.
Stretchers going in.
Bodies being wheeled out.
Families shattered in minutes.
I suddenly realize that the things people fight over, destroy relationships over, envy each other over, are incredibly temporary.
The car someone is killing himself to impress people with…
One day it will drive behind a hearse.
The house someone built with pride…
One day people will gather there for a condolence visit.
The body people spend years idolizing…
One day it will lie lifeless on a cold metal table.
*Life is short.*
*Purpose is urgent.*
*Eternity is real.*
Many evenings I would stand quietly and watch as families arrived crying uncontrollably.
Some of the people inside those freezers probably had plans for next week.
Appointments.
Meetings.
Projects.
Dreams.
But life had other plans.
And every day I asked myself a question
If my own body was wheeled into that mortuary tomorrow, what would my life have stood for?
Not popularity.
Not noise.
Not social media impressions.
But impact.
That season recalibrated my thinking forever.
*It taught me that the clock of destiny is always ticking, even when we are wasting time arguing about irrelevant things*.
Some people reading this are waiting for the “perfect time” to obey God.
The perfect time to start the assignment.
The perfect time to preach.
The perfect time to forgive.
The perfect time to reconcile.
The perfect time to become serious with God.
*Life does not always announce when it is ending*.
The people inside those cold rooms didn’t plan it that way.
And yet there they were.
Which means one thing.
The greatest tragedy in life is not death.
The greatest tragedy is reaching the end of life and discovering you never truly lived for what mattered.
Allah(subhanahu wa ta’aala) calls our attention to this in Quran 16: 90:
“*Whatever is with you, will be exhausted and whatever is with Allah(of good deeds) will remain. And those who are patient, We will certainly pay them in reward according to the best of what they used to do”*
We are all on a journey that has an end .
Please let’s ponder on this,
Let us live right and always remember our end.
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Yah Robi, Yah Allah,
grant us a fulfilled life and bless us with a good end🤲🏽🤲🏽
*As-salaam alaykum warahmatullah wa barakaatuhu and good morning*