Featured Blogger – Abdul Gani – Abdul’s Death 

I am always excited when fellow bloggers and followers agree to re-post on my blog. 
It validates that my sincerest expressed feelings resonate with others.  It also gives me an opportunity to gain additional wisdom, from my, or from different perspectives. 
As they say, you are never too old to learn.  I say, you are never to young to know, as well.  Everyone has news to share. 
I see that in the near future “real people” will return to relying on wisdom of ages, passed down by the ‘common man’, as our reliable source of Truth.  We have moved away from ancestral wisdom, and have been deceived by media and its cohorts.  Mainstream media and corrupt religions will continue to stand, but namely for those who are lost, and want to keep searching in the wrong places, until they are found.  Those ‘in the know’, will get information from trusted sources, who are closer to them.  Sources they know.
In the case of Abdul Gani, he provides additional dimensions of wisdom, creativity, and spirituality, which I openly welcome.  Abdul is younger, Muslim, and quite talented; I am much older, Christian, and finding myself, in spirit.

Abdul’s boldness, and my boldness to extend to him, is a prime example of my earlier post on washing our brains.  We are both uninhibited from making our own choices, based on our understanding of God as he exists in our lives. 

We both accept that God is in control, not man.  Conventional wisdom does not satisfy our spiritual thirst.

I love Love, and I love God.  In whatever form his spirit and wisdom manifests in my life, I readily accept it.  Today I am blessed with Abdul Gani and the post he submitted to be published on my blog.  For that I am grateful. 
What’s more impressive than Abdul’s talent, in writing fiction and nonfiction, is his wisdom, at such a young age.  I am especially impressed when younger generations embrace spirituality.  Of course I would be, they will rule the world.  Actually, they are already beginning to get in their positions.  
Sometimes it’s challenging for me to tune out distractions and deceptions.  I am sure that it is even more of a challenge for the younger generation, since the media targets hauling their minds into their black box.
Not Abdul Gani.  Please show Abdul Gain love.  Please check out his blog, Be Inspired
He has several posts, including reflective stories, poetry, thought-provoking questions, and Muslim scripture and quotes. 


“Stop crying, He is dead.. Why do you need to cry over his dead body? Just pray for him, that’s what he need” ~ my mother consoled my sisters, whose tears were uncontrollable.

It was not long ago when I left home. It was a normal day. The same routine – wake up, prayer, brushing my teeth, bath, and finally a goodbye kiss to my parents and my beautiful wife.

Death – It is an uninvited guest, waiting at the door. Just one knock, and you are taken away. I didn’t knew this was my last day, How can I? Everything was perfectly fine. No health problem, no family issues, no business tensions because everything was going in flow, the mercy of GOD has always been with me.

As I reached office, today was a special meeting. Many businessmen were invited, and guess what – They were all waiting for me. Offcourse, I was the one who organized the meeting. We all greeted each other.

‘This meeting is held for a special purpose, I hope you all know? There have been many complaints about the cheating going on with our business. Customers are not getting the right QUALITY for the amount they are paying, there are delay in customer services, and the people responsible at the customer help center are being rude.’ ~ This was how I initiated our meeting.

This time everyone was serious, we all acknowledged that this was really a serious issue, which we had neglected long ago. Everyone shared their solutions.

‘So as we all understood the issue at hand, and shared our views. The things which we need to focus on is: Purpose of our organisation, being Proactive, deliver results, and serving the needs of customers at the right time, right place with the right QUALITY and right price” ~ We all agreed upon this result of the meeting.

The best thing I did after the meeting was ‘Thank GOD’ for the meeting, and the satisfaction with the results.

It was 1:15 – Zuhr, prayer time. I did my ablution and went to the mosque. I was feeling light headed, peaceful, and an intense Joy – I never felt this feeling before, this was something new I experience. The prayer began, and I was feeling happy for joining the prayer from the beginning (Mostly I miss the first two parts). When we went for sujood (prostration), I saw my body lying on the floor.. I was in a state of peace, infinite peace.. Surrounded by white light (Angels).

Wait a second? How can I see my body? I am in my body isn’t it? Where am I? Why can’t I wake myself up from Sujood? Don’t I have any control over my body? I died?

This is the best feeling ever, I am feeling alive for the first time now, this is a magnificent feeling.

As soon as the prayer ended, they gathered around my body. My body was still in the Sujood (Prostration) position. They tried to move me, but there was no movement. One of them in the mosque was a Doctor, he declared me as “DEAD“..

They took my body (Not me, because I am a soul watching all this happening, and I have been ‘Transferred’ to another world, called “BARZAQ”) to the hospital. They informed my parents (Worldly) [Souls do not have any family members, we all were just Souls, once we all stayed together in Alam al Arwah – The world of souls] and my parents informed my sisters and relatives about my death. I was seeing them, their tears were uncontrollable.

Why are they crying? What’s wrong? Are they crying because of me? Hey? I am totally fine, don’t worry !

Everyone gathered around my body, and started to weep. Those who hated me when I was alive, was standing next to my body, and prayed for my better afterlife.

Aren’t they the same people who hated me when I was alive? they never bothered to ask for my well-being when I was alive. Then why Now? Really human beings are unpredictable.

“Stop crying, He is dead.. Why do you need to cry over his dead body? Just pray for him, that’s what he need” ~ my mother consoled my sisters, whose tears were uncontrollable.

They loved me, Yes – my sisters loved me a lot when I was alive, and now their love for me has increased. At that very moment they prayed for me to GOD, to forgive me and to bless me the highest rank in paradise. I was feeling incredibly, happy.. It was as if a rain of peace and blessing was blown upon me.. This is a great feeling. When someone pray for the death, this is an amazing feeling.

They are washing my body now, I can feel their touch, I can listen to their cries. I know what they are going through. PAIN

Severe pain, the pain of loss. Someone that existed till today’s morning is no more in this world. He got transferred to different world.

But I wish they know, I am having a great another life here. God has given me the reward of what I used to do when I was alive. Those strongest believe In GOD, had made this life possible, the justice I did when I was alive, the polite character I had till my last breath, and the Truth I held when everyone forced my to spread falsehood and lies. And how can I forget about love ~ which thought me how to remove hatred, jealousy, evil desires from my heart, and to follow the path of righteous.. The Believer and the doer of good.

The more I thanked GOD, the more I was blessed with Wisdom, understanding, and provision in the world.

They buried me in the ground, and left me alone.. Believe me nothing I took with myself.. NOTHING.

All my family, property, cars, and material world left me alone and I am comfortable in this house, A house where I see all my good deeds with me, as a light.

I am happy here mom, and you know that very well.. Isn’t that the reason you are telling my sister to pray for me, Instead of crying?

#Fictional (Short story)

— Abdul Gani Punjabi


My birth was planned in this century at this time, in this home, by The Almighty God – So is yours !

This was the time chosen for you, in the history of universe to be born.


I was just pondering on my thoughts, as someone before Steve Jobs also said – Connect the dots.

After all of the lives suffering, pain, isolation, rejection, destruction, happiness, joy, love, and understanding – Finally in the end, there is Death. Now when we have seen and believed that Death never leaves anyone, and it does not make any sense that we start hating death, even death works on the command of GOD. The angel of death never comes on his own wish, He obeys the command of GOD. Why are we afraid of death? How does it looks like? Did anyone saw death? Is death really scary and horrifying? Then how can we blame death without knowing about it’s actual state.

I can die at this very moment, maybe before I finish this whole blog. Who knows what’s coming up next? But this does not mean I must wait for death to come and take me. What I can do is ask GOD to make it easy for me, and provide me comfort after I die.

GOD had already done with the creation and it’s ending. He knows all that happened and everything that is going to happen till everyone own there eternal place in hell or heaven after the day of JudgementThis is very simple – You get what you do. I REPEAT – You get what you do. If you kill someone there is a superior Judge of the Judges, who will judge us. It’s like we write our own book of life, the good – Spreading love, understanding, peace, knowledge, gratefulness , good deeds, praising GOD by seeing his creation, reflecting within ourselves and learning more of what GOD have sown into our nature. And then the bad one – lying, Injustice, corruption, hate, jealousy, envy, ignorance, ungratefulness, etc.  This is our own book, what we write we get after death. And then we blame and judge GOD for being unjust. Indeed we humans are ungrateful and unjust. GOD is the truth, all-forgiving, ever-living, infinity, our mind will get exhausted but the praise of GOD will never extinguish.

I could have been born in the era of prophet Adam the first man, I could have been that first man, I could have been his wife Hawwa (May Allah peace be upon them both), I could have been from the tribe of his son Kabil (The murderer), or from the tribe of prophet Adam’s son Habil (The righteous). or I could haven been born at the time of Prophet Noah, and accepted his message or I could have been in those losers who were caught into the world’s greatest flood and died.

I could have been the Pharaoh who killed million of people at his time, or I could have been in the group of people who believed in Prophet Moses. I could have been the mother of Prophet Moses who prayed for her son’s safety, or I could have been the sister of Moses who followed her brother secretly through the river bank who was kept in basket, and floated upon the water,  until he reached in the hand of Pharaoh’s wife, I could have been the Pharaoh’s wife who took responsibility of the upbringing of Prophet Moses. I could have been in the believing people at the time of Prophet Seth, or maybe who rejected his message. I could have been in the Magicians group who after seeing the sign giving to Moses, when his stick turned into a powerful snake and swallowed the magicians stick, believed in the Lord of Moses and Aaron (May Allah peace be upon them both), and prostrated. Or I could have been in the army of Pharaoh who was drown into the River Nile along with his army.

I could have been the disciple of Prophet Jesus, who believed in his message or in those who heard the message of truth and Rejected. I could have been at the time of Mother Mary, and saw with my own eyes when Jesus spoke from the cradle and said, Indeed I am sent from GOD, and I confirm the Torah, and God has given me wisdom. Peace on the day when I was born, when I will die, and when I will return again.

I could have been born in the time of the last and final Prophet Muhammad (Peace be upon him) and would have accompanied him in his mission, or I could have been the one who humiliated him (This is a blessing of Allah that he selected me to be born as a Muslim in a Muslim family, May Allah/GOD protect my whole generation till the day of Judgement from Disbelief and associating partners with GOD). Or I could have been the Jew Rabbi who looked at Prophet Muhammad and said, Indeed the promise of GOD is true, You are the one who is been praised in the Torah(Old Testament), and Injeel (Gospel), and we Jews recognize you as we recognize our own sons, and I bear witness there is no gods BUT Allah(The Only One GOD), and I bear witness YOU (Prophet Muhammad) is the messenger of Allah/God.

Or I could have been the disbeliever, who after listening to the message of Truth(The Noble Quran) turned away and disbelieved, and the curse of GOD took over me, Woe upon me for what I did when I was Alive – This would have been my calling from my grave (May Allah/GOD protect my whole generation till the day of Judgement from Disbelief and associating partners with GOD). I could have been the martyr who sacrificed himself for the sake of Allah, or I could have been in the group of disbeliever who fought against the messenger who bought the truth.

I could have been an animal, plant, tree, fruit, vegetable, bird, cloud, mountain, water, ocean, fish, mud, hair, nails, eyes, fingers, lungs, heart, brain, rain, etc

Or I could have been the Universe, Earth, Moon, Sun, Stars, Planets, Blackhole, Atoms, time, etc

If ALLAH/GOD wanted he could have created me AT ANY TIME into any form, any shape, any size, any height, any weight, with or without physical disability.

Or ALLAH/GOD had wished he could have made me an orphan, lost, depressed, helpless,  and without any support, without family, without siblings, without a good ancestral linage, without good environment & surrounding, BUT he blessed me with this beautiful moment of time, with stronger and clear inner-voice, with the best parents, siblings, grandparents, education, religious knowledge, and courage where I am able to connect to the world, without Just one click.

By now you would have read this blog post, and I am still Alive or maybe the moment I click “PUBLISH” button, I may breathe my last breath. What I am trying to say in this whole post is “FIND YOUR PURPOSE – YOU WERE BORN IN THIS ERA, CENTURY, COUNTRY, CITY, HOME, FOR A REASON” – Your every single experience matter, all the suffering, pain, joy, happiness is there for a reason. 

I was born on 15 Oct 1998 at night, because that was the time GOD selected for me to come in this world, and serve my purpose. Though he created my Spirit/soul and everyone’s soul/spirit before the creation of Universe. But this point of time was selected for me, to come into this world and create a positive impact into the lives of people around me, and to make people aware & conscious about their purpose and what exactly are they pursuing in this Life. 

Before I end up – I would leave you with this thought.. Everything humans created was for a reason, It has a guideline on “How this thing/device” works. If the manual is not followed and the guidelines are ignored, you might end up destroying that thing/device. So, we are created for a purpose, a purpose bigger than ourselves, BUT are you following the guidelines? or merely following your materialistic desire?

Death is standing in-front of you, Are you prepared? Is your book good enough to be read by yourself on the Day of Judgement? Do you have peace in your life?..


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—— Abdul Gani Punjabi


Be Inspired

Journey from severe depression – Self healing – Acceptance – Learning – Growth – Connecting – Understanding – Being Unique

Author: Abdul Gani

In the world where everyone tries to fit into the label of “Normal” i try to fight against that “normal” to reach my own potential, And be my “Authentic Self”. On my blog you will find, Water that soften the soil and helps it to grow fruitful plants… I am seed which gets into your soul and helps it find it’s purpose and Destiny 😇

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