When Doom By

Have we stopped for a moment, and ask ourselves, what happened to us on the first night when we die?

What have we prepared for death-something that would come to us? Are we going to be in a good place or bad place? How often do we remember the dead? Think for a moment, as when our bodies will be washed and buried.

Do we ever think of a time when the people take our bodies to the cemetery? And when all our families cry.

Have we thought about when our bodies are placed in the grave? Everything was dark, and only the land and the land alone.

At that time, we realize we are alone. No one else, and it was so narrow. The bones we pressed each other and even themselves.

Maybe then we are sorry for all of our bad deeds in the world. We might just regret our morals to our parents, we regret why we did not wear the hijab. There was no money. There was no jewelry. That there is only all our actions.

And when we closed, we may want to shout and call everyone not to go from our graves. But we can not be heard. We hear their footsteps away from us. And then, that's where we are, our future homes that would have us live.