And why would I not weep, for I have no knowledge of my fate, and I observe my self deceiving itself, and my days are fading away, and the wings of death have flapped close by. So why wouldn’t I cry? I cry for the surrendering of my life, I cry because of the darkness of my grave, I cry because of its narrowness, I cry for the questioning of Munkar and Nakeer of me, I cry from my leaving my grave in the hereafter- exposed, humiliated, and carrying my book of deeds on my back.
-Dua Abu Hamza
