Reflections on Life and Death

A Door, Not a Grave a house for himself. He spends his life chasing what he thinks is success. But at precisely that moment, he dies. He abandons his house and is laid to sleep in his grave. His body dissolves into mud or becomes food for insects. He is so completely separated from all the things that he spent his life working for that it seems that there was never any relationship between them at all to begin with. He who chases the dream of a mansion is compelled to enter the grave, and then, from the grave he will appear on the Day of Judgment. The world in the grave is completely different from the world of his desires. There, he is so poor that he does not have even a shred of cloth for his body. He is separated from all the wealth that he spent his entire life earning. He leaves behind all his companions. He loses all his strength. Not one of the things that he used to boast about when he was in the world remains with him. O! What an absurd journey it is, if, at its very outset itself it turns out to be a tragedy!

A Door, Not a Grave “Hafizji’s son has died. The funeral prayer is about to be held. I’ve come to call you.” Hearing this, I shut my book, and, after making my ablutions, I set off with him.