“I am lying on the bed.  My children, brothers and sisters are all sitting at my bedside.  Some close friends are also standing and overlooking my face.  Suddenly I start to breathe heavily.  Someone among the people sitting in the room is reciting the Quran. Everyone around is repeating with him.  My breath begins to decrease.  I open my eyes and look at something.  The angel of death has arrived.  I am preparing for the eternal journey.  My mouth opened.  My brother drops some water in my mouth, maybe it's the "Zam Zam" water that I had kept for the moment.Then everyone begins to recite, “Laa'ilaaha illallaaha Muhammadur Rasoolullaah”.  I lost my vision.  I lost my tongue, I even lost my feeling but I can still hear.  I can hear my loved ones cry in pain.  I am not yet dead but I am almost lifeless.  The angel of death does the final act and takes my soul with an intensive gesture.  I have now left this world.All my wealth, cars, properties, bank balances, contacts and connections are no longer used for nothing.  My identity is my grave and I am called a "corpse".  My relatives are preparing my grave and some of them think that it is inappropriate to keep the corpse inside the house too long.  The house that I myself built and lived in shrinks into space for me.  My bath is being prepared.  I came out of the enclosure for the last bath.  My bathroom with expensive bath fittings is not for me now.I am wrapped in the white cotton shroud.  I am locked in a wooden box to travel to my grave.  My dear car is not for me now.What then have I amassed so many worthless things for?  Why did I lie to gain unnecessary wealth?  It doesn't help me.