After having this imagination, ponder over that this all would also happen to me very soon. I would undergo the agonies of death. My friends and relatives would gather. My mother would be crying out, ‘My beloved, my beloved’. My father would be calling out by saying, ‘My son, my son’. Sisters would be crying, ‘My brother, my brother.’ My well-wishers would be sobbing and sighing. In this state of grief and sadness, my soul would be seized. Somebody would step forward and close my eyes and would cover me with a piece of cloth.

Lamentation would begin by the weeping and wails of the dear and near ones. Then a Ghassaal would be called; I would be given Ghusl after being laid on a tub for Ghusl and then wrapped in a shroud. Alas! With tears and screams, my funeral would leave the house where I spent all my life. Those who love me would pick my body up and would take it towards the graveyard after offering my funeral Salah. Then I would be laid down into the grave and my loved ones would put sand on me with their hands. Alas, they would then return by leaving me all alone in the darkness of the grave. No one would stay there to console me. Alas! Then my body would begin to decompose in the grave. Worms will start to eat it. I don’t know whether these worms would eat my right eye first or my left one, whether they would eat my tongue first or my lips? The worms would freely crawl all over my body. They would be entering my nose, eyes and ears etc.

In this way imagine your death and the conditions of the grave, then think about the arrival of the angels—Munkar and Nakeer, their questions and the torment of the grave and frighten yourself of these matters. By thinking about death in this way through Fikr-e-Madinah, you will اِنْ شَــآءَالـلّٰـه عَزَّوَجَلَّ begin to develop the feeling of death in your heart and you will be able to make your mind to perform good deeds and avoid committing sins.

(Bayanaat-e-‘Attariyyah, part 1, pp. 309)

یاد رکھ! ہر آن آخر موت ہے     بن تو مت انجان آخر موت ہے

مُلکِ فانی میں فنا ہر شئے کو ہے     سُن لگا کر کان، آخر موت ہے

بارہا علمیؔ تجھے سمجھا چکے     مان یا مت مان آخر موت ہے