41. Delaying Salaah

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

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Yes, you’ve guessed right. I’m currently packing. I rummage through my stuff searching for my purdas but couldn’t find 2 of them. “Mummy did you see my purda’s anywhere?” I questioned as I entered her room.

“Check, it probably got mixed up with mine,” she answered and sent me to fetch a few things for her. I returned with whatever she requested, and taking my purda’s glanced at the clock.

Daddy and Khalid had gone for Isha Salaah and then to the barber. We were busy packing so we hadn’t read salaah yet. Despite Daddy being extremely lenient in certain matters of deen, when it came to Salaah he was extremely strict especially about reading it on time.

“Uh oh, look at the time! We haven’t read salaah yet and Daddy’s going to be back any moment,” I exclaimed not realising that Daddy was already back. Infact, he was standing right behind me.

“Then leave y’alls packing and go read Salaah now! After that meet me in the lounge and I will be reading Ta’leem today,” Daddy shouted.

Hadrat Jaaabir رضي الله عنه narrates that he heard Rasulullah صَلَّى اللّٰهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّم saying: “To leave Salaah is to be joined with kufr. To leave salah is to be joined with kufr and shirk. Leaving out of salaah is the only difference between Imaan and kufr.”

On one occasion Rasulullah صَلَّى اللّٰهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّم is reported to have said:”Hurry up with salaah when it is cloudy (in case you make a mistake and miss the correct time), for to leave out salaah is to become a kaafir.” What a stern warning against even missing even the correct time of salaah, as (according to this quotation) to miss the correct time of salaah is just like leaving it out. May Allah save us!

Daddy closed the Fazaail-e-Aa’maal and shared with us a story he had recently heard which made him even more staunch and strict about reading salaah on time.

“There was a boy who offered his Salah 5 times daily. He never missed a single one. His weakness though was procrastination. He would always pray as late as possible as he would always want to do other things first. So he prayed just before the allotted time was up but Alhamdulillah he always made sure to never miss a prayer.

He remembered his grandmother’s warning about reading salaah on time: “My son, you shouldn’t leave prayer to this late time.” His grandmother’s age was 70 but whenever she heard the Adhan, she got up like an arrow and performed Salah.

He, however could never win over his ego to get up and pray. Whatever he did, his Salah was always the last to be offered. Thinking of this, he got up and realised that there were only 15 minutes left before Salat-ul Isha.

He quickly made Wudhu and performed Salat-ul Maghrib. While making Tasbih, he again remembered his grandmother and was embarrassed by how he had prayed. His grandmother prayed with such tranquility and peace. He began making Dua and went down to make Sajdah and stayed like that for a while.

He had been at school all day and was tired, so tired. He awoke abruptly to the sound of noise and shouting. He was sweating profusely. He looked around. It was very crowded. Every direction he looked in was filled with people. Some stood frozen looking around, some were running left and right and some were on their knees with their heads in their hands just waiting. Pure fear and apprehension filled him as he realised where he was.

His heart was about to burst. It was the Day of Judgement. When he was alive, he had heard many things about the questioning on the Day of Judgement, but that seemed so long ago. Could this be something his mind made up? No, the wait and the fear were so great that he could not have imagined this. The interrogation was still going on.

He began moving frantically from people to people to ask if his name had been called. No one could answer him. All of a sudden his name was called and the crowd split into two and made a passageway for him. Two angels grabbed his arms and led him forward. He walked with unknowing eyes through the crowd. The angels brought him to the centre and left him there. His head was bent down and his whole life was passing in front of his eyes like a movie. He opened his eyes but saw only another world. The people were all helping others.

He saw his father running from one lecture to the other, spending his wealth in the way of Islam. He saw his had mother invited guests to their house and one table was being set while the other was being cleared.

He pleaded his case; “I too was always on this path. I helped others. I spread the word of Allah. I performed my Salah. I fasted in the month of Ramadan. Whatever Allah ordered us to do, I did. Whatever he ordered us not to do, I did not.”

He began to cry and think about how much he loved Allah. He knew that whatever he had done in life would be less than what Allah deserved and his only protector was Allah. He was sweating like never before and was shaking all over. His eyes were fixed on the scale, waiting for the final decision.

At last, the decision was made. The two angels with sheets of paper in their hands, turned to the crowd. His legs felt like they were going to collapse. He closed his eyes as they began to read the names of those people who were to enter Jahannam.

His name was read first. He fell on his knees and yelled that this couldn’t be, “How could I go to Jahannam? I served others all my life, I spread the word of Allah to others.” His eyes had become blurry and he was shaking with sweat. The two angels took him by the arms. As his feet dragged, they went through the crowd and advanced toward the blazing flames of Jahannam.

He was yelling and wondered if there was any person who was going to help him. He was yelling of all the good deeds he had done, how he had helped his father, his fasts, prayers, the Qur’an that he read, he was asking if none of them would help him. The Jahannam angels continued to drag him.

They had gotten closer to the Hellfire. He looked back and these were his last pleas. Had not Rasulullah [saw] said, “How clean would a person be who bathes in a river five times a day, so too does the Salah performed five times cleanse someone of their sins?” He began yelling, “My prayers? My prayers? My prayers?”

The two angels did not stop, and they came to the edge of the abyss of Jahannam. The flames of the fire were burning his face. He looked back one last time, but his eyes were dry of hope and he had nothing left in him. One of the angels pushed him in. He found himself in the air and falling towards the flames. Fear filled him as he was just about to be burnt in those extremely hot flames, when suddenly a hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back. He lifted his head and saw an old man with a long white beard.

He wiped some dust off himself and asked him, “Who are you?” The old man replied, “I am your prayers.” “Why are you so late! I was almost in the Fire! You rescued me at the last minute before I fell in.” The old man smiled and shook his head. “I’m your salaah. You always performed me at the last minute so I could only save you at the last minute. Don’t you remember how you would delay and perform me when the time was almost up?”

At that instant, he blinked and lifted his head from Sajdah. He was sweating profusely. He listened to the voices coming from outside. He heard the adhan for Salat-ul Isha. He got up quickly and went to perform Wudhu. From this point onwards he made sure to read his Salaah on time.”

 

 

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