This morning, while walking out of Junction Mall, I met death the first thing. A Boda Boda rider was killed by a motor vehicle driver. I keenly looked at the lifeless body of the guy lying, blood profusely coming out of his ears, his mouth wide open; dead, gone and departed. The first thing I thought of, is his family; His kids, his wife and his parents if he happens to have one. This guy might have just wished his family bye and walked out to make a living for them promising to come back in the evening, but death proved him wrong. I almost cried remembering his family, the people he just left an hour or so ago, will be receiving his corpse instead of the human that left them in the morning.

I then contemplated my death which I am expecting sooner than anyone can imagine. Abdimuheyma is gone! the circumstance that led to it doesn't count. Whether it's an accident, shark attack, terror attack, assassination or I sleep and people wake up to my corpse doesn't matter much. The bottom line is that I am gone never to be seen again.

I imagined how you will be eulogising me: such a young promising life, such a potential, such a brilliant... So on and so forth. The screenshots of my writings here will resurface and those who know me less will rush to my timeline to have a glimpse of who I was and the kind of life I lived. Don't worry so much about my account, I already activated, 'Delete my account upon my demise option' with Facebook and they are only waiting for the announcement.

All the tributes above won't be of any help to me by then. Do you know what will help me? Prayers! Yes, on that afternoon when they lay my lifeless body at the front, my name is no longer Abdimuheyma nor Abdaya but the late, please just put down whatever task you are handling and rush to partake in that last Swalah on my behalf. Make that deep prayer for me and ask Allah to have mercy on my soul. That night, when I would be spending my first night in that small, tiny hole that is now my new home, as you go back to spend in your bungalow, before you pull that duvet/blanket on yourself, please rise and lift your hands up, make that sincere prayer for me and ask Allah to illuminate my qabr (Grave) and easen the questions of Munkar and Nakir for me. These are the things that will be of help to me if you were my true friends and most importantly, forgive me if we ever crossed paths anywhere in this world.

Some of you might term this as a premonition and condemn me for it but isn't this the reality? Was the guy I just witnessed his death prepared for it?

By the way, apart from planning to advance your studies, chasing this world, getting married to a very beautiful woman and giving birth to beautiful children, building a home for yourself and your parents, making more profits in your business and other materialistic stuff, how often do you contemplate death?

As for me, if it happens today or any other time, please consider this to be the message I am leaving behind.
© Muheyman