Closeness to Death

It wouldn’t be farfetched to write about a near life death experience, but that’s a story for another day.

Today, I attended a Janazah; my first Janazah. And today, I’ve never been more close to death.

Wallahi, four years ago, I didn’t even know what Janazah was. I remember the day I learned about Janazah as if it was yesterday. This was in Egypt 2013, and it was a Saturday. My teacher, Ustadha Ranya, May Allah bless her, took us through the whole process from washing the body to the prayer with the guide of a Fiqh book. Subhanallah, what are the chances a day before that class, my an aunt from my childhood who happened lived in the same apartment building as me, lost her 7-year-old son to a deathly stomach ache. So, throughout the process of learning Fiqh of Janazah, I couldn’t help but attempt to share and phantom their pain and promise myself change as this was a sign from Allah for me.

Subhanallah, today I stood in prayer for two brothers who returned to Allah a few days. Today, I stood in prayer and asked Allah to have mercy on them.

This is a picture I took when I eventually made it out of the mosque. Inshallah, there is blessing and reward in this large number of attendees.

May Allah accept our dead. May As-Sabur grant their families, patience. May Ar-Rahim have mercy of all Muslims, living or dead. May Al-Hadi continue to guide us and may he guide the unguided.