Allah! Allah! Dear Islamic brothers! This is indeed the reality, no matter how beautifully a grave is built from the outside, the actual condition inside can only be known by the one who lies within it.

The Matter of the Grave Is Not Easy

Dear Islamic brothers! We have surely seen people die before our very eyes, but remember! Dying is not easy. We may have shrouded a deceased person with our own hands; it is easy to shroud a corpse, but wearing the shroud is not easy. We may have lifted a bier on our shoulders, but lying upon it and being carried by four shoulders is not easy. We may have lowered many into their graves; remember! It's easy to lower someone into the grave, but descending into the grave ourselves will not be easy.

The matter is truly severe and complicated! Just imagine, as if a thorny branch were pulled from a heap of cotton in one sudden motion, that is how the soul will be torn from the body. Every part of our body will ache and suffer. And what kind of pain will it be? More painful than being struck by a thousand swords! And in that state of anguish, no one will come to help us. Our parents, our children, our brothers and sisters, our dear relatives. Those who once cared for us will all stand by helplessly. No one will be able to assist us; they will only look on. We will not even be able to express our pain.

Alas! There will be crying and wailing all around us, yet we will not be able to speak to anyone. Our wealth, our riches, our bank balance, our cars, our houses, our bungalows, our power, our position, our degrees, everything will be left behind. Even the clothes we wear will be removed. A plain shroud will be placed upon us. Those who once cherished us, who have borne our burdens, will carry us on their shoulders, lay us in a narrow, dark grave, and, with their own hands, will then pour mounds of soil upon us and walk away. We will still hear their footsteps, but we will not be able to call out to them. Ah! Such pain, that no pain like it was ever experienced before! Such loneliness, that no loneliness like it was ever faced before! Such horror, that no horror like it was ever seen before! And it will not end there! While these calamities still shake us, we are still settling into this new home, still unaccustomed to its solitude, still reeling from the agony of the soul’s departure. Suddenly, the walls of the grave will tremble, and two angels will enter, tearing through the grave’s sides.