“And the Book (of Deeds) will be placed (before you); and thou wilt see the sinful in great terror because of what is (recorded) therein; they will say, "Ah! Woe to us! What a Book is this! It leaves out nothing small or great, but takes account thereof!" They will find all that they did, placed before them: And not one will thy Lord treat with injustice. (Surah Kahf, verse: 149)

A man once had a dream where he found himself in a room. There were no distinguishing features save for one wall which was covered with small index card files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings.

As he drew near the wall of files, the first to catch his attention was one that read "People I Have Liked." He opened it and began flipping the cards. He quickly shut it, shocked to realize that he recognized the names written on each one. Next to it were files marked “People I hated”. A quick comparison between the two revealed that the latter was more than the former.

And then without being told, he knew exactly where he was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalogue system for his life. Here were written the actions of every moment, big and small, in such astounding detail that his memory couldn't match.

A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within him as he began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that he would look over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed."

The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I Have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed At." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness and precision: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers." Others he couldn't laugh at but hang his head in shame: "Things I Have Done in My Anger," "Things I Have Muttered under My Breath at My Parents." He never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than he expected. Sometimes fewer than he hoped.

He was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life he had lived. Could it be possible that he had the time in his short life to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in his own handwriting. Each signed with his own signature.

When he came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," he felt a chill run through his body. He pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. He shuddered at its detailed content. He felt sick to think that even such deep and ‘top secret’ moments had been recorded.

An almost animal rage broke on him. One thought dominated his mind: “No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In an insane frenzy, he yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. He had to empty it and burn the cards.

But as he took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, he could not dislodge a single card. He became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when he tried to tear it.

And then there were countless other files. Let alone attempting to open them, he dared not to even go near theme. He was terrified as to what these would reveal.

Defeated and utterly helpless, he returned the file to its slot. Leaning his forehead against the wall, he let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then he saw it. The title bore "Things that have made me a true Muslim." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. He pulled on its handle and a small box not more than 3 inches long fell into his hands. He could count the cards it contained on one hand. Utterly dismayed he knew he had not much to offer for his salvation. He was doomed!

Are your files going to be similar to this man’s? If you reading this, it’s never too late. You can change them!

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