He remembered his grandmother's warning about praying on time:
"My son, you shouldn't leave prayer till the last minute." His grandmother's age was 70 but whenever she heard the Adhan, she got up like an arrow and performed Salah. He however could never win over his ego to get up and pray. Whatever he did, his Salah was always the last to be offered and he prayed it quickly to get it in on time.

Thinking of this, he got up and realized that there were only 15 minutes. He quickly made Wudhu and performed Salat-ul Maghrib. While making Tasbih, he again remembered his grandmother and was embarrassed by how he had prayed. His grandmother prayed with such tranquillity and peace.

He began offering dua and went down in Sajdah and stayed like that for a while. He had been at school all day and was tired, so tired.

He awoke abruptly to the sound of noise and shouting. He was sweating profusely. He looked around. It was very crowded. There were people everywhere. Some stood frozen, some were running left and right and some were on their knees with their heads in their hands just waiting.

Pure fear and apprehension filled him as he realized where he was. His heart was about to burst. It was the Day of Judgement. When he was alive, he had heard many things about the questioning on the Day of Judgement, but that seemed so long ago. Could this be something his mind made up? No, the wait and the fear were so great that he could not have imagined this.

The interrogation was still going on. He began moving frantically from person to person to ask if his name had been called. No one would answer him. All of a sudden his name was called and the crowd split into two making a path for him.

Two angels grabbed his arms and led him forward. He walked with unseeing eyes through the crowd. The angels brought him to the centre and left him there. His head was bent down and his whole life was passing in front of his eyes like a movie. He opened his eyes but saw only another world.

He saw his father running from one religious lecture to another, spending his wealth in the way of Islam. His mother inviting guests to their house and one table was being set while the other was being cleared. He pleaded his case, "I too was always on this path. I helped others. I spread the word of Allah. I performed my Salah. I fasted in the month of Ramadan. Whatever Allah ordered us to do, I did. Whatever He ordered us not to do, I did not." He began to cry and think about how much he loved Allah.

He knew that whatever he had done in life would be less than what Allah deserved and his only protector was Allah.

 He was sweating like never before and was shaking all over. His eyes were fixed on the scale, waiting for the final decision. At last, the decision was made. The two angels with sheets of paper in their hands turned to the crowd. His legs felt like they were going to collapse. He closed his eyes as they began to read the names of those people who were to be thrown into Jahannam.

His name was called out first of all. He fell to his knees and yelled that this couldn't be, "How can I go to Jahannam? I served others all my life, I spread the word of Allah to others.” His eyes had become blurry and he was shaking with fear. The two angels took him by the arms. As his feet dragged, they went through the crowd and advanced toward the blazing flames of Jahannam. He was yelling for someone to help him. He was counting out all the good deeds he had done ….. how he had helped his father, how he had fasted, offered his salah, recited the Qur'an, would nothing help him? The angels continued to drag him.

They had gotten closer to the Hellfire. He looked back and offered a last plea ….  Had Rasulullah [sallallahu 'alaihi wasallam] not said, "How clean would a person be who bathes in a river five times a day, so too does the Salah performed five times cleanse someone of their sins?”

He began yelling, "My prayers? My prayers? My prayers." The two angels did not stop, and they came to the edge of the abyss of Jahannam. The flames of the fire were burning his face. He looked back one last time, but his eyes were devoid of hope now. One of the angels pushed him in. He found himself in the air and falling towards the flames. He had just fallen five or six feet when a hand grabbed him and pulled him back.

He lifted his head and saw an old man with a long white beard. He wiped some ashes off himself and asked him, "Who are you?" The old man replied, "I am your salah.” "Why are you so late? I was almost in the Fire! You rescued me at the last minute before I fell in."

The old man smiled and shook his head, "You always performed me at the last minute, have you forgotten?" At that instant, he blinked and lifted his head from Sajdah. He was in a sweat. He listened to the voices coming from outside. He heard the adhan for Salat-ul Isha. He got up quickly and went to perform wudhu.

Pass this on to your friends and family, and maybe you can help someone open their eyes and who knows this may be a good deed that can help you during the Day of Judgement, right???