Bed of roses

When you are nearly in the verge of death, millions of things will come across your mind.

Your mum and dad,
Your last words,
Your last meal,
Your last deeds.

Death always knocks on our door, its either we greet it as the guest of honour, or we keep denying and refusing to care of him.

Oh Allah, if my next step is my last step, may it be because of you.

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