The time was coming near…he could feel it. The time when we would all be brought back to Allah the Almighty, subhannahu wa taala.

Abdullah walked down the street as casually as he could. He knew there wasn’t much time left… surely he would be recognized soon. He was one in a million…literally one in a million. There existed now in the world maybe a handful of Muslims, and he was one of them. He was Abdullah, son of Jarrah…and right now he could not feel any more alone.

He saw them now just in front of him; a group of men and women scouring the streets so vehemently for the man they wished to kill. He saw the blood in their eyes…he knew it would only be a matter of time until they found him.

Quickly he turned into the nearest alley. Trying, trying, trying so hard to find a place to hide but he knew it was fruitless. There was nothing he could hide behind that they wouldn’t look under, there was no shadow that could cover him that they would not see right through. There was nothing he could do but to turn pray to Allah the Almighty. It was the toughest hour that he had ever faced.

He tried so hard think back at what had happened…why he hadn’t become a Kaafir this day when everyone else had. You see, for Abdullah it had been a personal law never to go to sleep without remembering Allah. The lights in his house all went out at the same time but there was always one person still awake, not ready yet to close his eyes and meet with slumber. Every night he would pray alshafa and alwitr, he would sabbah, he would beg for forgiveness from the one to whom he will return. Yet he never once dreamed that those words that he recited, this remembrance of Allah before he slept would actually free him from Kufr. And so today he woke up this morning to find his family in disbelief. He refused to follow them…and now…now they wish to kill him.

He pulled out the sword from under his jacket and set it beside him on the floor. For years it was just a piece of metal he hung in his room to make him look cool…now he was about to use it against the ones whom he always had loved. The brother who used to always defend him from bullies when he was young, the sister who covered up behind him when he used to be such a very bad kid. He would spill the blood of his mother and his father…the ones he loved more than anybody else.

He cried so hard…he put is forehead to the floor and prayed so fervently to Allah. His tears could only be overpowered by his grief; his grief only overpowered by his du’a.

Their dreadful shouts were now so close, he could feel their footsteps rumbling the ground; they new where he was…and they were coming to kill him. “Hasbi Allah wa naam alwakeel” he said…as he picked up his sword and readied himself to fight. As they came raging towards him he could see nothing left of his family but the burning fire in their eyes…he prayed to Allah for forgiveness…he prayed to Allah for…

Then there was a calmness…like a silent movie in slow motion he could see the faces of the family looking over him, looking at him, poking and stabbing him with objects that only seemed to tickle and prickle like the biting of an ant. Slowly he fell…eyes wide open and now smiling at the fact that he was now surrounded by his family whom he loved more than anyone else. Abdullah was happy.

As his surroundings began to fade in a glow of a whitish haze…he felt more warm and at peace then had ever thought imaginable. The happiness of the Akhira was more splendid then could be felt by taste or touch or the human senses.

Abdullah chose the path of Allah subhanna wa taala and his messenger Muhammed peace and blessings be upon him. He chose the fate of Abel, the noble son of the father of mankind…who could not kill his brother even if it meant his own death. He put his faith in Allah, the possessor of Majesty and Honor.

Narrated AbuMusa al-Ash'ari: The Apostle of Allah (peace_be_upon_him) said: Before the Last Hour there will be commotions like pieces of a dark night in which a man will be a believer in the morning and an infidel in the evening, or a believer in the evening and infidel in the morning. He who sits during them will be better than he who gets up and he who walks during them is better than he who runs. So break your bows, cut your bowstrings and strike your swords on stones. If people then come in to one of you, let him be like the better of Adam's two sons.