Stayed For Seven Moments By Faqeeha Batool

“Life is very strange, if you start to understand it too much, you will never understand it, but when it explains in its own way, everything starts to penetrate the intellect and when it explains, then many disasters happen and when we have understood. Then everything is destroyed” She was moving towards her destination taking one step after another on the wet road.

Along with her, someone was walking or running, the arc of her feet was even more than her. The girl walking along said while taking a quick step. She gave a furious look at the girl walking along.

“By the way, where have you been with red flowers in your hands?” She asked in a suspicious tone.

“Why are you following me?” She paused as she transferred the flowers to her other hand, putting the first hand into her coat pocket to warm it.

“My heart is doing me today to patrol the same streets.” she said, raising her arms in the air and shaking her head. She moved forward shaking her head at her reply.

“Listen well, Adrish. She followed her while running.

“Well, if you want, I can give you company. Let me give you what you will remember,” Ansa said in a benevolent manner while shaking her hand. While walking, she stopped and reached her destination.

“Is this your destination?” Insa was surprised to see the silent cemetery where she was standing with tears in her eyes. Without replying to her words, she moved forward, she also took the scarf from her neck and followed her, she stopped at a grave that had no sign. Adrish ​​raised her hands to pray while holding flowers. Insa also imitated her. After praying, she kept looking at this grave for several moments with wet eyes, not knowing what she was talking to her in her heart, some tears flowed, but not knowing what was drowning in those eyes. She once again came out of the graveyard asking for dua, Insa was already out before that.

“Isn’t this your destination?” Isn’t this our goal?” This time the question was asked by Adrish. Insa looked at her but did not say anything in response.

“This is the destination of all of us. We all have to reach here one day. Then what is the pride of what is the purpose of this deception and greed? What is the name of this fame? When we have to return empty-handed, then what is the use of collecting these comforts” she sat on a stone bench in front of a beautiful building while walking.

“Whose grave was that?” You came to this country all alone.

“I don’t know whose grave it was, it was an unknown person,” Adrish ​​said in a low voice, shrugging his shoulders.

“You are saying you don’t know her but you have been standing at her grave for fifteen minutes shedding tears” Insa was as surprised as she was.

I saw that girl crossing the road with smiling and then the next moment I saw her flying in the air and then the third moment I saw her coming under another car and then the fourth moment I saw a crowd of people. In the fifth moment I felt my nerves coming under control and in the sixth moment I saw myself moving towards her and in the seventh and last moment of her in my life I saw her to take hiccup. And her story ended, her life became black, her existence was erased from this world, her story ended in other people’s books” Insa did not understand what comfort she had to wipe away her tears.

You know what hurts more? Insa asked with a nod.

“To die a nameless death in the foreign country, to die in such an unknown death, no one is your own, no one to mourn your dead, you go so suddenly that your loved ones and your family do not even know. She closed her eyes and let the tears flow.

“The girl could not be identified, her face was badly disfigured and she was quickly buried as an orphan. I wonder when her family members will know how they will be patient, they will not believe that their daughter has died in an unknown country and she has also been buried. Can you give some words of comfort to her mother?” She was asking her who was dumbfounded by her words.

“This world is nothing. The real destination is the one where we all have to go in turn. The thing to consider here is that we are not prepared at all. We have not prepared anything for death and death comes so suddenly and takes us in its arms without giving us a chance.”

“This life is just a test,” she heard Insa say.

“What we say, we have done well to them, and we have not been rewarded. Someone does badly to us and we cannot punish them. Believe me, every one of our austerities will be repaid to us in the Hereafter by doing good deeds. We should not worry about the results, Allah is the Most Merciful, and He will reward us for each good deed and patience for each tear.

In the verses four and five of Surah Al-Azhua of the Holy Qur’an, Allah says:

“And the hereafter is better for you than the first (state i.e. world). And the Lord will soon give you something that will make you happy.”

“I had a friend and colleague who was junior to us. Her Akhlaq was very good. Her manners were very good. The last time I spoke to her was on her last day in this world. Her name was Sadia Nazakat. When I saw my mobile phone at night, her university card was circulating in the university group. Under which the caption was written. It was a girl from our department who had an accident and died on the spot. I zoomed in and saw that I couldn’t believe how this could happen. I just talked to her today. How did the story turn around in a few moments? Maybe somewhere, the heart was giving hope, but the news was confirmed, she was really gone. I hugged my mother and cried.
There was a pang in my heart, I thought of her mother, her mother must be waiting for her, and when would her mother have thought that she would come riding on someone else’s shoulders and not herself. Will have to leave for its final destination. Neither was I feeling well at home nor my mother. My mother took me out of the house to see her so that I could be sure. We reached there by asking her cousin about the house. Another colleague of mine accompanied us. She used to live far away. We were surprised to see the dedication behind her studies. She used to come from far away and the roads were also very dangerous. When we reached home, the funeral was taken. The funeral was still on the way. When we reached her house, we cried tears of heart and blood when we saw her mother. Her mother met us as if we were Sadia for her.” Silent tears were flowing from the eyes.

“What were her mother’s words?”

“What?” Insa’s lips were moving hard.

“What did my Sadia talk to you about?” What did she say to you? Tell me what my Sadia used to say. When we would tell her, she would listen very carefully. Then she would start telling Sadia’s things herself.”

Mother said “I will tell you Yasin in three minutes, you listen to me. I said, you can’t proclaim it in three minutes, she said mom, listen. I heard, she proclaimed it within three minutes and then she started getting ready for university, she said mom, I want to eat rice. Making rice today. She says, I made rice and kept waiting and my daughter has not returned home. She has not eaten rice. I don’t know if my daughter has eaten anything or not.”

“My Sadia did not even look out of the door. No one even knew that there was a Sadia in this house. She had no idea about fashion. She was very simple. She had never even taken a picture.” This mother was left with only her memories and longing to see her things. Her eyes were moist but there was a pain in her heart.

What we fear ends our story. And her story was also destroyed by the fear clinging to her.”

“She once had an accident in a rickshaw and she became afraid of it. She was very afraid to sit on it. Then she started traveling in local buses. On that day she was also riding in the bus but she sat in the timed bus. Who had to arrive on time. That bus became source of reaching her final journey. She had gone on from her stop and when the bus stopped at the toll plaza she tried to get off and the bus started moving and she hit the pillar and fell down and after some hiccups her story ended. After a few hiccups, her story was lost in everyone’s book. Adrish ​​drew in a wet breath.

“What did you learn from this?” Adrish ​​asked, looking at Insa with a smile.

“That death does not come to man, man goes to death by himself.” Insa’s eyes were also full of tears.

“One day in a dream, I went to her house. I met her mother and I was telling her that I want to meet Sadia, don’t know from what heart she said that now she does not live here. In the morning, I read her entire chat from the beginning.

“She became a memory in our stories.”

“In someone’s eyes, those last seven moments must have remained. Someone must have seen his departure in front of them. In someone’s eyes, that horrible scene must have remained. This question kept circulating in someone’s mind when she thought this journey would be her last.”

We should recite three duas daily and recite them frequently, we never know when death will sneak up on our doorstep and take us away without giving us a chance.

اللَّهُمَّ إِنِّي أَسْأَلُكَ حُسْنَ الْخَاتِمَةِ

O Allah, I ask you for a good end

يَا مُقَلِّبَ الْقُلُوبِ ثَبِّتْ قَلْبِي عَلَى دِينِكَ

Oh, turner of hearts, keep my heart on religion

اللَّهُمَّ إِنِّي أَسْأَلُكَ تَوْبَتًا نَصُوْحًا قَبْلَ الْمَوْتِ

O Allah, I ask you for true repentance before death

Asking her to read prayers, she got up from there with a heavy heart.

“Where are you going?” When she got up, Insa asked, she wanted to hear her more.

“Police station. I will go there and inquire about that girl, whether she is from Pakistan, then I want to meet her family and tell them the story of the seven moments of my stay in the words of consolation. And the last words are like cold rains on the patience of those left behind and then they start to believe they want to hear those words again and again what the last words of their loved one were.” She got up, putting both her hands in her coat pocket, she was about to move forward when she stopped and bowed to her and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

“When you meet someone for the first and last time, memorize their faces. Do you know that you are seeing that face for the last time?”

 She was gone, her footsteps were moving away and Insa was sitting on a stone bench watching her go. She touched her face and felt her face moist. She was beginning to count the colors of life. She had learned today that it should not take too long to recover, otherwise life does not give respite. Those who cry and are angry should be celebrated. We should present a mirror of truth to what our life is a lie. We should prepare ourselves for the hereafter. She picked up the phone and got her mother’s number. She asked for forgiveness as soon as she picked up the call, and mothers have the courage to forgive their own blood.

 “You are remembered even today, still fresh on the screens of the mind. Sadia Nazakat, you are a dream that cannot be forgotten. May Allah raise your ranks in jannat”

Philosophy becomes after death

If alive, who accepts the truth?

Faqeeha Batool