18 today, one year closer to death and one year closer to Qiyama.
Time seems to be flying, days, weeks, months and even years seem to go past just like that.
Next thing we know, we will be lying there, cold, lifeless, being given ghusl, not being able to lift a finger.
'Every Soul Shall Taste Death', so why are we acting like we are gonna live here forever?
Please don't say happy birthday, cos theres nothing to be happy about. I would have been happy if i could swear by Allah that i have been a greatfull and obedient servant, but i cannot say that.
*EDIT*: Info Guy seems happy and jolly, running endlessly on the same spot.













