What will my death look like?

A few thoughts on death, purpose, and the quiet ways Allah reminds us.

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Last Friday

Last Friday, as I entered our local masjid for jummah, I could sense something was different that day. We were asked to all stay on the bottom floor to keep the first floor free. And throughout the speech from the Imam, I could hear women whispering to each other, scurrying up and down the different floors. At one point, the barriers that separated us from the men were being shuffled around and just as we began to wonder what on earth was happening, the imam announced — there is to be a janazah after the jummah salaah, so to please stay behind.

Inna lilahi wa inna ilayhi rajiun.

Soon after, we saw a group of women all young and old pass us by to the area covered by the barriers. I wonder whats happeni…Before I can even finish my thought, a loud shrilling sob pierces through the room, followed by another and another and another.

They’re here to see the body of the deceased, it hits me.

They’re here to see their father, their grandfather, their husband, their son.

The sobbing continues but the room around me fades away — I’m now in my grandparents…