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Tuesday, July 20, 2004  

The Inferno, and its Terrors and Torments   O you who are in heedlessness of your own self, beguiled by the preoccupations of this world, which even now draw nigh to their end and extinction! Renounce all thought upon what you must leave, and turn your mind to thoughts of your final destination. For it has been given you to know that Hell is the destiny of all men, for it is said, There is not one of you but shall come to it. This is a fixed ordinance of thy Lord. Then shall We deliver those that were Godfearing, and leave the wrongdoers therein crouching. (XIX:71-72) Thus coming unto it is certain, while your salvation therefrom is no more than conjecture. Fill up your heart, therefore, with the dread of that destination, that perhaps you may make preparations for deliverance therefrom. Contemplate the plight in which all creatures shall be when they have endured their share of the Arising's calamities. Amidst torment and horror shall they stand, waiting to hear the truth about their condition, and awaiting the Intercession of those that might intercede on their behalf.   The evildoers are whelmed in shadows pierced by sheets of flame, as a flaring blaze overspreads, and they hear it sighing and gurgling from the violence of its wrath and fury. Now the evildoers become certain of their perdition, as the nations crouch down upon their very knees, so that even the innocent are fearful of an evil end. The Herald comes forth from amongst the Guardians of Hell, and demands, 'Where is So-and-so, son of So-and-so, who did procrastinate with his soul in the world through lengthy hopes, who did waste his life in works of iniquity?' And the Angels make haste towards him with rods of iron, and confront him with terrible threats, and drive him away to the fierce torment, casting him head over heels into the Blaze's depth. 'Taste it!' they say to him. 'Truly you are the mighty one, the noble! Dwell now in an abode with straitened sides, gloomy passageways and shadowy dangers. Therein the prisoner shall dwell for evermore. Therein the fires are stoked up. Therein their drink is boiling water, and their place of refuge is the Blaze.' The Guardians of Hell beat them, and the Abyss unites them. They hope only for obliteration, but there is for them no salvation. Their feet are pressed to their forelocks, and their faces are black from their sins. On every side they cry out, from every direction and place they scream aloud, 'O Malik! The threat has come true for us! O Malik! We are weighed down with iron! O Malik! Our skins have become roasted! O Malik! Release us from here, for we shall not return [to our former sins]!'   But the Guardians of Hell shall say, 'What folly! There is no place of safety, and for you there shall be no escape from the abode of degradation! Fall back therein, and speak not! (XXIII:108) Were you to be released from it you would return to that which was forbidden you!' At this they despair, and for their unmindfulness of God (XXXIX:56) they lament. But repentance cannot help them, neither can they be succored by regret. Instead, they are thrust down upon their faces, chained and fettered, with Hellfire above them, Hellfire beneath them, Hellfire on their right and Hellfire on their left, so that they drown in a sea of fire: their food is fire, their drink is fire, their apparel is fire, their resting-place is fire. They dwell among fragments of flame and garments of tar, (XIX:50) flayed with rods and weighed down by shackles, as they writhe in its narrow passages and are broken in its depth, cast about from one side to another, boiled in water as water boils in cauldrons. Each time they shriek out in grief and lamentation scalding water is poured over their heads, melting away their skin and what is in their bellies. The iron rods for them (XXII:20-21) which splinter their brows. Pus bursts forth from their mouths, and their livers are lacerated by thirst, as the pupils of their eyes flow out over their cheeks, the flesh of which has peeled away. Their skin and hair are plucked out, but as often as their skins are consumed We shall exchange them for fresh skins. (IV:56) Their bones are denuded of flesh, but their spirits remain in their veins and arteries, which hiss as they are scorched by the flames. In the midst of this they long constantly to die; never, however, shall they do so.   How would you be were you to behold them, when their faces have turned blacker than charcoal, and when their eyes have been put out, their tongues struck dumb, their backs broken and their bones snapped, their ears and noses severed, their skin torn, and their hands shackled to their necks, and their forelocks pressed against their feet as they walk upon the fire on their faces, stepping with their eyeballs upon spikes of iron? The raging fire shall have entered into the depths of their every part, as the snakes and scorpions of the Abyss cling to their extremities.   …   -Hujjatul Islam, Imam Abu Hamid al-Ghazali, Remembrance of Death and the Afterlife (Kitab Dhikr al-Mawt wa-ma Ba'dahu); Book XL of The Revival of the Religious Sciences (Ihya' 'Ulum al-Din)

posted by Abubak'r | 7/20/2004 05:06:00 AM |
As for him who fears to stand before his Lord and restrains the ego its desires, the Garden is shelter.
(The Snatchers:40)
Abu Hurairah (May Allah be pleased with him) reported: Messenger of Allah (PBUH) said, "The Fire is surrounded by all kinds of desires and passions, while Paradise is surrounded by all kinds of disliked, undesirable things."
Whoever does good at night is rewarded during the day and whoever does good during the day is rewarded at night. Whoever is sincere in abandoning a desire is saved from catering to it. God is too noble to punish a heart that has abandoned a desire for His sake.
(Abu Sulayman ad-Darani)
Beware of your ego, and trust not its mischief;
The ego is worse than seventy devils.
(Arabic Poem)
Abu Bakar Balkhi
Md Mubaraq
Md Firdaus

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