Dreaming of Judgment Day
September 6, 2007
I just remembered a dream I had last night. My husband and I were sitting in our living room in the late evening. Somehow we had come to know that Judgment Day was very close, at the end of that same night. The mood was somber. What would become of us? We both had so many regrets.
I was very scared and yet not quite terrified, fretting over all the things I’ve done wrong and all the things I knew I should do but never made time for. Now I had but a few hours remaining. I frantically searched my memory for all the good things I’d done. I remembered that I never carried things in plastic shopping bags when going to see my mom, because she hates that. I thought of visiting my grandparents, teaching my children to read. I continued my rapid mental inventory, examining all my good points.
Would it be enough? I didn’t know. Then a new thought popped into my mind: Allah is the Merciful, the Forgiving.
And I felt hope.
I am so glad to wake up to the reality that my time is not yet over. But that dream reminded me that tomorrow is not promised. How many people kiss their spouse goodbye in the morning and head off to work, never to return? How many times has someone put off calling their mom, promising themselves they’ll do it tomorrow, and when tomorrow comes it’s them getting a call–the news that their mother has died? These things happen everyday, and yet somehow we never think they will happen to us.
I’ve got big plans for this Ramadhan. I want to host a few iftars, do some crafts with the kids, make my daughter an ‘Eid dress. I want to read and reflect on Qur’an every night, getting through the entire book by the end.
I only hope that Allah will grant me the time.