Visiting the Dead
بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ The dead are not so dead. Perhaps, they are more alive. We are the dead. We are the sleeping. We are the heedless. We are the ones immersed in dunya , heedless of what comes after. We live as if this world is forever. This world is a dream. It is but a mere moment in time. For even if we lived a thousand years, it would still end. There is no life. There is only the interval between waking. Before we were born, we have been in the Presence. And then, there was the Day of Promises. We affirmed that He is One. And that we will come back to Him. سُوۡرَةُ الاٴعرَاف وَإِذۡ أَخَذَ رَبُّكَ مِنۢ بَنِىٓ ءَادَمَ مِن ظُهُورِهِمۡ ذُرِّيَّتَہُمۡ وَأَشۡہَدَهُمۡ عَلَىٰٓ أَنفُسِہِمۡ أَلَسۡتُ بِرَبِّكُمۡۖ قَالُواْ بَلَىٰۛ شَهِدۡنَآۛ أَن تَقُولُواْ يَوۡمَ ٱلۡقِيَـٰمَةِ إِنَّا ڪُنَّا عَنۡ هَـٰذَا غَـٰفِلِينَ (١٧٢) When thy Lord Drew forth...