The Impassable Barrier

Death, the transfer of souls and life in the Barzakh

  1. Unbeknown


    "Haply, now I may earn some good in that what I have left behind! Never, this is only a word which he utters. And in front of them is a barrier until the Day when they shall, be raised."

    Sh. Munawwar Ateeq

    Sh. Nabeel Afzal

    Sh. Asrar Rashid

    Remembering Death

    Dealing with the deceased

    Secrets of reciting ا إِلٰهَ إِلَّا الله


    THE glories of our blood and state
    Are shadows, not substantial things;

    There is no armour against Fate;
    Death lays his icy hand on kings:
    Scepter and Crown
    Must tumble down,
    And in the dust be equal made
    With the poor crookèd scythe and spade.

    Some men with swords may reap the field,
    And plant fresh laurels where they kill:
    But their strong nerves at last must yield;
    They tame but one another still:
    Early or late
    They stoop to fate,
    And must give up their murmuring breath
    When they, pale captives, creep to death.

    The garlands wither on your brow,
    Then boast no more your mighty deeds!
    Upon Death's purple altar now
    See where the victor-victim bleeds.
    Your heads must come
    To the cold tomb:
    Only the actions of the just
    Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.
    - by someone who's dead & who, apparently, didn't crave fame


    WE watch'd her breathing thro' the night,
    Her breathing soft and low,
    As in her breast the wave of life
    Kept heaving to and fro.

    So silently we seem'd to speak,
    So slowly moved about,
    As we had lent her half our powers
    To eke her living out.

    Our very hopes belied our fears,
    Our fears our hopes belied--
    We thought her dying when she slept,
    And sleeping when she died.

    For when the morn came dim and sad,
    And chill with early showers,
    Her quiet eyelids closed--she had
    Another morn than ours.​

    - by, well, he's having another morn, so no issues