I remember waking up in shock when my mother told me the news..
Back then princess diana was the beauty,elegance and fame idol..
especialyآ right before her death,when she seemed happier and more glamourous..
all that related to me very much cause being a lost soul like i was back then meant that i would find that happiness exists in beauty,money and fame..and ofcourse she was the symbol for all that ..
Naturaly the death of such person would raise all kinds of questions in my head..
آ آ آ آ آ آ آ آ آ آ آ آ Did it all end??
آ آ آ آ آ آ آ آ آ آ آ آ what’s the use of everything she had now??
آ آ آ آ آ آ آ آ آ آ آ آ she’s not religious..what will happen to her??
All these questions crossed my mind and more ..as i cried my eyes out for hours as i watched her huge funeral and imagining her as she headed for her grave carried in that wodden coffin..
I can’t realy tell if i was crying for her or crying for us both..as that was meant to be my end too,
if i continued neglecting the simple fact.that life(what ever it is)will be such a waste if i didn’t work for my place in heaven..
that allah the great created me for a reason and that reason can’t be to continuously try to enjoy my self..cause what ever i do..i can’t maintain any kind of happiness without his mercifull permission..
that,it doesn’t matter if i live my limited life sleeping on a bed o roses..
that, the only thing that matters is to please allah and worship him and obay him using his way..to earn my infinit share of roses in paradise..