Questioning entails identifying, understanding and seeing more of a person’s inner constituents and make up. It is an act of stringing one’s cords to explore which tune best fits their description and which moves best fit their actions. The enquirer may tap subtly on the door to one’s history and mentality, push intimately or barge in unannounced and unexpectedly demanding answers to which one may not want to reveal the intimate details of. It is the latter that creates a puff of disorientating smoke. The harmful effects of which may be filtered away by those whom have prepared with their lifetime by setting up the grills to their ventilation system. Those unprepared for the day of beckoning would be smothered in the smoke for which they helped set the fire alight in their wasted and haphazard lifetimes and lifestyles.
Questioning can be intrusive, enlightening or a supreme right if liability to a superior existence affixes the connection between the two factions. As the curtains draw on his customary first life, another is hauled up disclosing a mystifying, chilling and unanticipated view of what is to come ahead. Pending, is a pot either brimmed with gold or gurgling with bloodcurdling scorching fire, his destiny either black or white. However ahead of the results, he is subjected to a line of enquires by two outlandish life forms of which he has not previously encountered. The effortlessness of the task is reliant upon the lifestyle he elected to gravitate towards and the life time decisions and proceedings he opted to carry out.
Questioning him will be a rhythmic assignment, similarly as completed with the former arrivals. Brainstorming and mental astuteness will not be a pre exquisite in responding to the three central questions for his predecessors stretched from the illiterate pauper to the undefeated analyst to the scrupulous thief. His corpse will be exposed to stark nudity, his possessions amounting to a mere body and his questions revolving around the bare essentials. His aide to memoir? Simple. Let him cast an eye upon the rationale he selected when plummeting his eyes as she passed, the judgment behind his verdict not to feel the sin with his naked hands and the ethos he chose to instill in his life when deciding what pierced his lips and what floor his feet strode onto. It is that accompanying mindset and protective moralistic philosophy which will pave the way to a triumphant cross-examination and a blissful sleep as that experienced by a bridegroom.
Who is your Lord?
What is your religion?
Who is your Prophet?
Three queries which on the surface of affairs, seem simple on the tongue but are in fact, chokingly arduous for the ill-equipped. A calamity awaits the disbelievers, evil doers and hypocrites as answering in the compressed grave may not be as straightforward as pie. Let the hairs of trepidation be raised and let the goose pimples of insecurity surface for it can only be healthy that we contemplate from now. Let us recite collectively, for this hour may be a veiled pardoning one:
‘O Allah, I take refuge in You from the punishment of the grave, from the torment of the Fire, from the trials and tribulations of life and death and from the evil affliction of the Al-Maseeh Ad-Dajjaal.’