When I die

The thought of death is always in my mind. I always think of that moment when the angel of death will come to take my soul and leave my body to be graved in earth. I think of that moment and will I be able to say :

"أشهد أن لا إله إلا الله و أشهد أن محمد رسول الله"

or will it be heavy and my tongue won’t be able to say it. I think of how the angel of death will call my soul; will he say “come out, you evil soul” or will he say “come out, you good soul”. I think of my grave and its darkness, and the moment when they pour sand on me. I will never exist again in this world they will be no more me. People might forget me; and some might pray for me; others might never mention me again. After that I will go to where? Hell or Heaven. Hell, that will burn my body and will tear me into parts, pain will remain, might increase but will never reduce. Or maybe Heaven, where I have never imagined, that will be something much better than my fiction books, fairy tale movies and something I have never seen even in my never land.

اللهم إني أسألك حسن الخاتمه