The Final Surrender
When the angels descend to take your soul, your limbs will go limp. Your tongue will fall silent. Your eyes will close. Your ears will hear no more.
But your record will remain.
And the only thing that will matter then – was your life a surrender or a rebellion?
The body that was made to worship – did it worship?
Or did it forget?
Let your life answer. Let your every atom say:
“This is the body of a servant. And I used it as You commanded, O Allah.”
And let that be enough.
