100 FROM NOW


100 YEARS FROM NOW !!!
*In the year 2120, in just 100 years from now, every single reader of this piece will be underground, our bodies having become part of the soil. During that time, our fate in respect to paradise or hell would have been made known to us.*
*Meanwhile above the soil, our houses that were left behind would have become homes for others or demolished for better structures. Our clothes would have become rags for others and replaced by more recent trends, our cars will be on display as historical artifacts by others, also replaced by more advanced technology. As for us, we will be, for the most part, never thought about by anyone again. How often do you think about your great grandfather? How often does your great grandmother cross your mind?*
*Our presence here on earth today, that presence that we make so much noise about and shed so many tears for, was preceded by countless generations before us and shall be followed by countless generations after us. Every generation that passes through this world barely finds the time to take a glance at the world before needing to bid it farewell and handing over the baton, having not fulfilled even a fraction of ones ambitions. Our lives are, in reality, far shorter than we imagine.*
*In 2120, every one of us will realize from within the grave just how worthless this world actually was, and how trivial those dreams were that centered on it*.
*In 2120, every one of us will be wishing that we had dedicated our lives to great matters of GOD, and devoted ourselves to doing good deeds, particularly those that continue to benefit us after our death*.
*In 2120, many reading this piece will be screaming out, but in vain:*
*“My Lord return me! So that I may do good in that which I have left behind ..”*
*The response to this request, however, shall be:*
*“No! It is only a word he is saying; and behind them is now a barrier until the Day they are resurrected."*
*In 2120, many will be in regret, saying:*
*“I wish that I had prepared for my life.”*
*The angel of death will not wait until you and I become righteous.*
*Let us become righteous, then wait for the angel of death, for surely what happened to those we talk of, heard of and read of will surely happen to us.*
*WE WILL ALL DIE SOMEDAY!*
*Include me in your prayers and let's put more of our time, money and energy in helping humanity.*TODAY it is (COVID-19) CORONA VIRUS , WHAT IS NEXT?ONLY GOD KNOW

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