Heaven or Hell - not yours to decide

I don’t think I’ve enough sleep lately, during this Ramadhan month I would prefer staying up late… watching the life telecast of tarawih straight from Masjidil Haram, listening to the ever lunak and rhythmic voice of Imam Abdur Rahman while reading the translation only to summarized the whole situation as alarming. Scary coz I don’t think I am ready for the judgment day and the punishment. Come Hari Raya I might forget about all this. That is the fact of life, when we don’t see what’s coming we’ll be lured and tempted to the seductions of materials and entertainments. Remember to take a look at the Masjid a day after Raya, the car park that was hot during Ramadhan is just another empty space.

If you do ‘bukak puasa’ at home, try watching the Indonesian sequence on RTM1 around 7.30 pm, Demi Masa. Everyday there’ll be a short drama about kampung’s life, where the good and the bad living together doing the usual stuffs. Last two days was a tale about Pak Udin who was the president of the Surau's committee. He would always drop by the small stall on the way back after prayers. But this is not a normal stall where people would just eat and drink; it was the mini Casino for the gamblers, complete with young and bitchy waitress. Pak udin has nothing to do with the immoral activity he was just there to give some lectures to the boys in unoffending manner, perhaps those boys were just beyond help. One day Pak Udin collapsed and passed away at the stall, and words spread to the entire kampong – the news – Pak Udin died at a place of sin. The gambling boys did try to explain the situation but who would believe those wasted alcoholic gamblers?

Two days later, one of the gamblers, Imran, was late to ‘Vegas’, and to make matter worse he accidentally step on cow dunk just in front of the mosque, the last place he wanted to be.

Being left with no other option, he went in with a mission, washing his boot, ONLY. He did say hi to the Imam but refused the invitation to be in the prayer, shouting loudly and proudly, “What’s the point? I’m not taking the last breath yet!” and two minutes later he was found dead at the wuduk’s area, the news was – Imran died in the mosque. The same gossipers sums up the life-story of Imran, a man who spends the entire life committing all sorts of sin but turn out ok towards the end. Is it right? You decide.

One good lesson from the story that I can extract is about one destinations the day after. Heaven or hell is not yours to decide, only the almighty knows what’s there waiting for you and me, don’t you dare to label others as the members of hell when you yourself are still vague of the destination. To depart at a good place is something good, but to achieve that you’ve to be there often. Finally, would you rather die in a good place doing unnecessary things or a bad place doing excellent things?