Life changing short story ( Short Moral Story)

 Your life will change after reading this story

          

Don't let me die you silly girl!

Late in the winter of my nineteenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I spent quite a lot of time in bed, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death. Though I didn’t agree with her, deep down in my heart, I knew that I was becoming an empty soul. An inner voice from somewhere inside kept saying to me that I have deviated from the right path. That was my conscience but I did not bother to listen to this voice but someone said once that our conscience is like a barking dog, it can not bite you but it keeps barking at you. The same was the case with me. Every time I did something wrong, my conscience warned me of its outcomes. But when one's sin is before one, one cannot see anything except the fruit of the sin. We often neglect this fact that every time we cover up our wrongs, we are actually watering the seed of evil and it will always give birth to fruits of darkness. In the process of covering up our wrong, we end up committing more wrongs. But I preferred to turn a blind eye to these things. Whenever I repented, after a few days, I used to find my self again on that devilish path. I tried to be pious but it felt like I was engaged to Satan now. I wanted to free my soul from the clutches of the devil but all in vain. I was tired of being a sinner and a repenter when in the end all I did was follow Satan. So gradually I could feel my conscience was dying and that was the root cause of my soul which felt empty and worthless.

One evening, I slowly turned and walked towards my room. All was silent and still. Through the window, I could see the peaceful atmosphere outside my house. It was lonely at times, but I felt it was rather nice to be all alone in my room thinking about life and all the stuff related to it. That night I was completely overwhelmed by my thoughts and I was so tired that I slept as early as 8 at night. I didn’t even offer my Ishah prayer as I felt like a great sinner who has no right to stand before Allah. I also thought in my mind that offering a single prayer would not make any difference in the life of such a sinner. So I put my blanket on and closed my eyes. I happened to see a dream that night where I saw an aged man sitting alone in a vast barren area. When I get close to him, I see that his clothes are torn and quite dirty. He is shivering with cold and crying like a little baby. I ask him the reason behind his sadness and tears. He tells me, "Someone is trying to kill me but I want to stay alive. I don't want that person to die either. She is killing me without knowing that by doing so she would automatically kill herself too". After hearing this I ask him, "who is she and why is she killing you by risking her own life?" He takes a deep breath and continues to say, "She is doing this for the temporary happiness she feels when she is in the company of her friend. A friend of hers who just wants to destroy her. Who is not at all loyal to her. She is trapped by the sweetness of his words without knowing that he would just lead her to mere destruction. I'm crying because I don't want to see her ruined. I want both of us to stay alive..." When he finished telling his story, I ask him to tell me who is she? Maybe I can help you. He wipes his tears and points his finger towards me saying, "She is no one but you. You are trying to kill me. Don't kill me you, silly girl! The friend of yours, whom you trust so blindly is no other person but Satan. Save me and save yourself from him."

In my complete astonishment, I asked him "who are you and how am I killing you?" He stands up from the ground and moved towards me, then whispered in my ears, " I am your CONSCIENCE who is taking his last breath. Please don't kill me you foolish girl, don't let me die. Save me and you'll eventually save yourself."

All of a sudden I woke up from my dream. It was midnight and I saw myself sweating badly. All the things that were going on in my mind previously, were now crystal clear before me. I realized that night when we take the wrong step when we do the wrong thing, our heart is troubled and our conscience would not allow us to have peace until we ask for and obtain forgiveness from Allah. I realized that a guilty conscience would not allow you to have a good night's sleep. My guilt had overwhelmed me like a burden too heavy to bear.  For my sins had piled up like a mountain between me and Allah. These sins can never be covered by our tears. These can only be removed by our repentance. So I got up from my bed with a heavy heart and shivering body. I did ablution, offered prayer, and repented sincerely from my heart. This time I felt that my repentance was pure and my sins were instantly forgiven. I felt like Allah was already ready to lift me up, forgive me, and help me not make the same mistakes again. I got this lesson from my dream that if we make a mistake, as we all do, no one is perfect, then try to listen to your conscience. Don't run from God, run towards Him. No doubt when a person commits sins or attempts to do so, Allah would prompt his conscience to lead him to repentance. He uses our conscience to guide our souls. The aged man from my dream was surely sent by Allah to make me realize this fact that our sins may bring short term benefits to the flesh but they inflict long term damage to the heart. While I was sitting on the prayer mat, with tears in my eyes, I could feel my conscience sitting beside me with a smile on his face. Like he was thankful to me for saving him and for not letting him die. From that night onwards, whenever I find myself in situations where I have to choose between wrong and right, where I have to choose between a devilish path and right path, I always hear these words from my conscience, "Don't let me die you, silly girl! Don't let me die."