When I think about the moment of death, I find myself at the threshold of birth.
When I wonder how it is to die, I tell myself the same way one is born.
When I ponder where I am going to, I answer where I came from.
When I fear my death, I fear my life. I fear the challenge if I am not ready.
I fear the final, only if I did not study well.
A person is to death, as a fetus is to birth.
Death is just a beginning. It is a graduation, for those who succeed.
We are neither from here nor for here.
Death smells as a rose’s fragrance, if I respect flowers in my life.
Death is a family reunion, if I respect family.
Death is a gate to paradise, if I have admission.
Although I am not at all certain anything bad is going to happen to me after I die, I hope the grace of the Almighty God will help me.
What I worry about is not how to die, but rather how to live.
It is not my choice when to die or how to die, as it was not my decision to be born. But it is my choice how to live.
There are some aspects of our lives which are beyond both our will and our power.
I came here bare; I want to leave bare.
I want to let my friends know whatever I accumulated here will be worth nothing after death-- Let them see that I left behind everything. I want to let them know what stays of me is my good memories and my good deeds.
I will ask my relatives to wash me after I die. Put some scent on my body, and wrap me up in a white winding-sheet, as when I was born.
I would like to be buried with no coffin, so I can feel the earth. Lay me down on my right side and put my right cheek on the dirt. God created me from dust, fed me from dust, now I will humbly become part of the dust.
This mortal body is a good friend of mine. It helps me to enjoy this life and work for the hereafter. It is my duty to honor it while it is alive, and part from it with love and respect when it dies.
I will be grateful if my relatives and all who know me pray for me on the first day of my departure and ask God to forgive me.
How fortunate I am if I die while I am not afflicted with illness. However, in the case of illness and suffering, my duty is to take care of my ailment. I am not the owner of my body, but merely a caretaker. The real owner is God, the creator, and my relation to this temporal body is stewardship, not ownership.
Dying for me is just trading my body with a new one, which is immortal. While the jockey is the same, the horse will be changed.
I believe that death is a gate which admits a person into eternity. It does not matter how or when a person passes through this gate; what is important is whether he goes then to an eternity of hell or an eternity of paradise. Where he goes depend upon how he has led his life.
Death is a transition and as such, I need to be prepared for what comes after it.
I believe I must live as though I would never die, and I must prepare for death as though I would die tomorrow.
I know I can live in this world as long as it exists, if I became a part of humanity, by living an exemplary life.
Ultimately, it is God to whom we belong, and to whom we will return.
I would like my family and friends to remember me by doing good deeds, such as helping those in need, caring for orphans, and praying for my soul.
What I really would like to do during my lifetime is to write a philosophy book for children explaining my understanding of the purpose of creation and one’s duty and responsibility as a human being. If I had the opportunity to write it, it would be the best heritage for me and for my family.
The worst thing I can imagine about my death is seeing my family’s grief. Outliving a close relative, however, is an unavoidable tragedy. I think I just need to educate my wife and my children about death, so they can overcome it with patience. I want them to follow their regular course of life, and do whatever they think is the best for their lives. I want them to be rational about life and its requirements. I would love for them to remember me by trying to be perfect human beings.
If I die while my wife is still young, I would like for her to marry again and to continue her normal life. This corporeal life has demands which need to be satisfied.
My family can remember me by praying for me, giving to charities and helping those in need.
In my country, traditionally, mourning for the deceased person includes four commemorative ceremonies: one on the day of the burial, one on the third day after the funeral, the other one on the seventh day after the funeral, and finally, on the fortieth day of the person’s death. In addition the person’s death is celebrated annually. But having hundreds of guests for each ceremony costs a great deal and requires much effort on the part of surviving family. So instead of these ceremonies, what I would love for my family to do is to make donation to the Islamic Relief; an organization which strives to alleviate the suffering, hunger, illiteracy and diseases worldwide without regard to color, race or creed.
After all, isn’t it better to feed someone who is hungry, or to make an orphan happy by giving him/her a small toy, than to spend so much time and money on an elaborate funeral?