What is life but a fleeting moment between dawn and sunset: it begins with a cry and ends in silence, passing like a drifting cloud that never settles in one state. A person runs after hopes and gathers from the world whatever he can, imagining that tomorrow stretches endlessly before him. Yet suddenly he realises that life has been swifter than his own steps, and that the days have been racing him towards their end.
Then—death. That reality which never misses its appointed hour and asks permission of no one. It comes unannounced; the clamour falls silent, the voices fade, the pages are folded, and a person stands alone before what his own hands have sent ahead. Neither wealth avails, nor rank suffices, nor lineage intercedes; what remains is righteous action, sincere intention, and the good trace a person leaves in the hearts of others.Click Here To Follow Our WhatsApp Channel
Let death therefore remain present in our consciousness, not as a cause for despair, but as an impulse towards reform. It reminds us of our limits, refines our ambitions, and restores the proper balance to our hearts. Whoever prepares for it with an alert mind and a sound heart will find it a passage into mercy and justice; but whoever neglects it will be seized by it unawares, having squandered what can never be recovered.
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