Abdul’s death ⚰

“Stop crying, He is dead.. Why do you need to cry over his dead body? Just pray for him, that’s what he need” ~ my mother consoled my sisters, whose tears were uncontrollable.

It was not long ago when I left home. It was a normal day. The same routine – wake up, prayer, brushing my teeth, bath, and finally a goodbye kiss to my parents and my beautiful wife.

Death – It is an uninvited guest, waiting at the door. Just one knock, and you are taken away. I didn’t knew this was my last day, How can I? Everything was perfectly fine. No health problem, no family issues, no business tensions because everything was going in flow, the mercy of GOD has always been with me.

As I reached office, today was a special meeting. Many businessmen were invited, and guess what – They were all waiting for me. Offcourse, I was the one who organized the meeting. We all greeted each other.

‘This meeting is held for a special purpose, I hope you all know? There have been many complaints about the cheating going on with our business. Customers are not getting the right QUALITY for the amount they are paying, there are delay in customer services, and the people responsible at the customer help center are being rude.’ ~ This was how I initiated our meeting.

This time everyone was serious, we all acknowledged that this was really a serious issue, which we had neglected long ago. Everyone shared their solutions.

‘So as we all understood the issue at hand, and shared our views. The things which we need to focus on is: Purpose of our organisation, being Proactive, deliver results, and serving the needs of customers at the right time, right place with the right QUALITY and right price” ~ We all agreed upon this result of the meeting.

The best thing I did after the meeting was ‘Thank GOD’ for the meeting, and the satisfaction with the results.

It was 1:15 – Zuhr, prayer time. I did my ablution and went to the mosque. I was feeling light headed, peaceful, and an intense Joy – I never felt this feeling before, this was something new I experience. The prayer began, and I was feeling happy for joining the prayer from the beginning (Mostly I miss the first two parts). When we went for sujood (prostration), I saw my body lying on the floor.. I was in a state of peace, infinite peace.. Surrounded by white light (Angels).

Wait a second? How can I see my body? I am in my body isn’t it? Where am I? Why can’t I wake myself up from Sujood? Don’t I have any control over my body? I died?

This is the best feeling ever, I am feeling alive for the first time now, this is a magnificent feeling.

As soon as the prayer ended, they gathered around my body. My body was still in the Sujood (Prostration) position. They tried to move me, but there was no movement. One of them in the mosque was a Doctor, he declared me as “DEAD“..

They took my body (Not me, because I am a soul watching all this happening, and I have been ‘Transferred’ to another world, called “BARZAQ”) to the hospital. They informed my parents (Worldly) [Souls do not have any family members, we all were just Souls, once we all stayed together in Alam al Arwah – The world of souls] and my parents informed my sisters and relatives about my death. I was seeing them, their tears were uncontrollable.

Why are they crying? What’s wrong? Are they crying because of me? Hey? I am totally fine, don’t worry !

Everyone gathered around my body, and started to weep. Those who hated me when I was alive, was standing next to my body, and prayed for my better afterlife.

Aren’t they the same people who hated me when I was alive? they never bothered to ask for my well-being when I was alive. Then why Now? Really human beings are unpredictable.

“Stop crying, He is dead.. Why do you need to cry over his dead body? Just pray for him, that’s what he need” ~ my mother consoled my sisters, whose tears were uncontrollable.

They loved me, Yes – my sisters loved me a lot when I was alive, and now their love for me has increased. At that very moment they prayed for me to GOD, to forgive me and to bless me the highest rank in paradise. I was feeling incredibly, happy.. It was as if a rain of peace and blessing was blown upon me.. This is a great feeling. When someone pray for the death, this is an amazing feeling.

They are washing my body now, I can feel their touch, I can listen to their cries. I know what they are going through. PAIN

Severe pain, the pain of loss. Someone that existed till today’s morning is no more in this world. He got transferred to different world.

But I wish they know, I am having a great another life here. God has given me the reward of what I used to do when I was alive. Those strongest believe In GOD, had made this life possible, the justice I did when I was alive, the polite character I had till my last breath, and the Truth I held when everyone forced my to spread falsehood and lies. And how can I forget about love ~ which thought me how to remove hatred, jealousy, evil desires from my heart, and to follow the path of righteous.. The Believer and the doer of good.

The more I thanked GOD, the more I was blessed with Wisdom, understanding, and provision in the world.

They buried me in the ground, and left me alone.. Believe me nothing I took with myself.. NOTHING.

All my family, property, cars, and material world left me alone and I am comfortable in this house, A house where I see all my good deeds with me, as a light.

I am happy here mom, and you know that very well.. Isn’t that the reason you are telling my sister to pray for me, Instead of crying?


#Fictional (Short story)


— Abdul Gani Punjabi

Death ~ Are you Afraid ?

Knock knock- It’s death..

Waiting at the door they announced, it time for a journey where no-one else surround.

The voice was beautiful that’s what i know, the moments of my life passing by as if i was watching a movie in a theatre all alone.

The next moment was my eyes hard to open and i was no more in my body to move. There – i saw my body lying, that was the first time i saw everyone crying.

Why is it we have to leave this world.. I asked the one who hold my Soul. Answer me the question and i will let you go,”What will you do if i allow you to return on the place where you own”.. I was speechless, as i had no answer to follow, i looked down and said, “Just a chance with my family, to love them, hug them and kiss them till my heart find comfort within it’s own”

Is that all what you want ? When i let you go ? What about the wealth you own, and the cars in which you roam, what about those whom you have hurt and never apologised, thinking you are going to meet them someday, and the day you don’t even know.

What about the remembrance, of the CREATOR, who gave you ever single thing which you could have never achieved alone, do you think you are self-sufficient ? or were you surrounded by your Ego.

Your whole life you asked for me, to over-take you, and now when i am here you are making an excuse, you wanna go back to the world that you used to curse because of the suffering, that you created on your own.

The Curses are over, and the pain and suffering vanished, the peace is found All-over.. But tell me “O Dear Soul“.. Why are you afraid to accept me, and run away from me, when you know i put end on all of the suffering ?

That’s the question i still ponder upon, it was a breeze that followed, and my eyes were open, and the cries vanished, and i sat there Thinking, “Should i tell them to come in, or live my life as i said i wished i would have lived, if i was alive“…

The more you remember death, the more you became grounded, because you know, nothing, last for-ever, and it’s better to remember the CREATOR to find peace in the Soul. The moments we have – NoW, don’t take it for granted, because someone else is buried deep inside and wishing for the life that you own.

—– Abdul Gani Punjabi

Value Your life

What you did in your life…

On visiting his grave, They cried.

An old man Sitting in the Graveyard asked the Reason for their Cry.

We could not do what he did” ~ They replied.

The Old man smiled and said, “He will be asked for what he did, And you will be asked for what you did after he died”

They were speechless….

It’s not about what other’s did in their life, it’s about you ~ What you did in your life.

—— Abdul Gani Punjabi