it was a dark and stormy night...
we left the restaraunt quite late last night due to the stormy weather. after closing everything down and locking the doors, i jumped into my car, happy to finally be headed home. from the outset the drive home proved to be very difficult. the high wind gusts and rain made it almost impossible to see ahead, so i drove extra cautiously just to be safe. later on the weatherman on the news said that this rain was due to the hurricane in the gulf coast, which sat just a few hundred miles away from coastal lousiana. the thunderstorms that brought the rain had only a few hours ago been as far north as oklahoma, but due to the shear suction power generated by the hurricane it acted as a vaccum by pulling all of the moisture from the atmosphere towards itself. as i was driving down the highway i noticed that a few cars had stopped with their hazards on, scattered across 3 lanes. as i got a little closer i saw what seemed to be an accident scene: a pile-up of cars, one in the ditch, and what seemed to be an overturned minivan. without stopping to think i slammed on my breaks and ran out, fearing for the worst. as i ran past the cars i saw a couple of men, one holding an umbrella and the other tending to some man that lay on the ground. as i approached i saw a twisted heap of metal, or what once was a bicylce strewn across the pavement. it was at that precise moment when a sense of fear overcame me. nonetheless, i got myself together and ran to the scene where the man lay on the ground. he lay there motionless, with blood all across his neck chest and stomach. the man who was holding the umbrella threw it towards me and told me to hold it over him while he went to get something from his car. the other man, who happened to be holding up the mans head to stabalize it incase of any injuries to his neck told me to hold his hand and check for a constant pulse. there we were, on our knees in the middle of the highway, rain pelting our bodies from every direction with lightening flashing in the skies above, trying to help a stranger cling on to dear life. later on i recalled how i was shivering, but i wasnt sure why: was it because of the cold rain and strong wind which caused my wet clothes to stick to my body, or because i was in some state of uncertainty, not knowing if this man whose hand i was holding would die. for 15 minutes he fell in and out of conciousness, and then finally from a distance we heard the sirens and saw the flashing lights. now what became of the man, i sure dont know. as i held his hand i just prayed to Allah to give him a second chance at life, a life which hopefully he would live by accepting Allah as his Rab.
let this be a reminder to all of us: death can come at anytime, and when it comes, die in the state of al-islam.
and Allah Almighty knows best.
masalama, your brother in islam