He didn't have a grave. About torment in the grave, if the body was not buried

“It's even God's grace to dig a grave in which you yourself will lie down ...” Father Peter thought, piercing the earthly flesh with a shovel. - “We will create the earth from the earth, and we will go to the earth there, as you commanded, the Creator of me and the river of me: as if the earth were and you will go to the earth, or else all people will go. ... ”- he recalled the words from the service of the memorial service.

“Thou art the earth, and thou shalt return to the earth,” repeated the priest, digging the grave.

The February earth was surprisingly warm and supple. Her sweet scent tickled my nostrils. It smells like spring, blood and new life. “Yes, that’s right: the earth smells like life, and life smells like earth. - the priest's thoughts flowed one into another. “If you bring a newborn baby to your face, it will smell of plowed virgin soil.”

Once upon a time, in his youth, Father Peter had twenty acres of land. At the time of plowing on the field, the peasants were drunk from the air, saturated with the vapors of freshly turned black soil. The earth stirred the blood, like a good wife promising to be a fertile mother. She took the seed into herself and grew bread with her juices in order to nourish man. The earth is a mother, a nurse, and she is the womb into which we will all return. Each in his own time.

"Come on, come on, come on!" - shouted the guard, nervously pacing with a cigarette in his teeth between the trees. The guard was young and inexperienced. His stomach churned at the thought of what he had to do soon. From the growing anxiety weakening his intestines, he became angry, smoked and cursed at the silent trees and the gentle almost spring sun. The second guard was sitting on the ground by a tree, his leather jacket spread under him, and waiting. He, forty or forty-five years old, had worked in prison for a long time, and therefore today he was, as always, calm and gloomy.

Father Peter shook his head. In these last moments of his life, he would like to pray and think about something lofty, but something important, necessary, but the most ordinary, most insignificant thoughts came into his head - plowing, women in childbirth, peasants ... He suddenly remembered the sour taste of just baked rye bread, and sucked in the spoon.

After a month's stay in the damp and dull walls of the prison, digging in the forest on this fresh morning invigorated and even brought joy to the body, yearning for movement and work. The work filled the body with strength, life, the desire to eat, pleasantly kneaded the muscles and joints. Silly body! It did not know that this work was the last. And in this grave he will have to lie until the Resurrection of the Dead, in order to then be reunited with the soul. The soul, in anticipation of the outcome, was already beating in the chest and moaning.

Father Peter thought that today is Sunday. In the last eight years, after accepting the priesthood, he performed the Proskomidia precisely in these early Sunday hours. An offering to God. Here is his last Liturgy. How quickly life has passed. How imperceptible. And it seems now that there is nothing more important in life than the moment of death. All life is just a path to this moment.

He was arrested at Christmas time, in mid-January. For anti-Soviet agitation. At first, Father Peter believed that he would soon be released. What a mistake. Misunderstanding. He had nothing against the Soviet regime. On the contrary, communist ideals attracted him. In the equality of people, in brotherhood, in the eradication of class prejudices, he also saw Christian values. He was never an enemy of the Soviet regime.

And only then did he realize that the arrest was not accidental, when the bald-headed investigator suddenly smiled during interrogation and said insinuatingly: “Pyotr Feofilovich, you are a respectable person, why did you accept the priesthood? You were in the State Duma. You were respected. And you intoxicated yourself with a religious stench, and moreover, you were ordained. This is your mistake, Pyotr Feofilovich…. Take off your dignity and serve your homeland as a Soviet citizen ... No, no, I understand that you are a man of your word and honor, and therefore do not answer anything now. Just think... Think about it... Dying at fifty-three is too early... By the way, here's a letter from your wife to you."

Methodical swings of the shovel soothed the longing soul. Sweat ran down his hot back, so that his undershirt was soaked. The hair on the back of his head was stuck together, and his neck was frozen from the February wind. So it doesn't take long to get sick. However, this is no longer important. Doesn't matter. Father Peter nevertheless raised the collar and fastened the top button of the prison padded jacket. Looked around. More than half have already been excavated.

There were two in the grave. Two priests sentenced to death. In order not to interfere with each other, they dug, turning away from each other, each thinking about his own, and still they were invisibly connected together by the narrow track of the grave ditch and the inevitable future. Ignoring the shouts of the junior escort, they dug smoothly, without delay, but not in a hurry. Like an hourglass, losing grains of sand, counting down the time, so two prisoners with each shovel of earth came closer to their deadline.

Father Peter did not open his wife's letter in front of the investigator. He put the cherished envelope in a pocket on his chest, and only in the evening, secluded in a corner of his cell, did he open it.

In her native wide handwriting with rounded letters, without a greeting and the usual questions in correspondence about her well-being and being, she wrote:

“I beg you, Petrok, if you feel sorry for me, give up your nothing-giving convictions. I have asked you about this many times before. During these eight years, remember how many, almost daily, there were scandals between us on the basis of religion! For you, I lied, put on a mask because of my attachment to you. Now I don’t have the strength anymore, I’m tired of enduring because of what I don’t believe in. And I ask you for the last time: who do you prefer, me, the existing one, to your, as you say, idea?! If you agree with me, I will go with you even to the ends of the world, without fear of need. But at the thought of continuing to be a priest, I shudder all over - I can’t. Answer me how to be?
I.G.”

After reading, he, almost without realizing what he was doing, folded the pieces of paper and put them back in the envelope. For a while, he sat in his secluded corner, as if stunned, feeling only his heart crushing on his eardrums. Slowly, the sounds of the outside world returned and the heartbeat subsided. And then he suddenly clearly felt that this was the end. He won't get out of prison. He won't come out alive. And despite the bitterness and pain, he somehow felt strangely light in his soul, as if the burden of decision had now been lifted from him. There was no way back home.

“Lord, Jesus Christ the Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner!” - Barely audible whispered father Valerian - his partner in the grave. He, white-faced, with translucent delicate skin, was much younger than Fr. Peter, and now inspired the priest with paternal feelings of care and warmth, mixed with respect for the determination of this brother who had lived so little in the world. “But we are companions. - this word warmed the soul of Father Peter. We will die together." And his lips also whispered the Jesus Prayer.

But thoughts again returned to the letter.

He didn't answer right away. All night and all the next day he composed in himself the lines that he wanted to say. But when he sat down to write, all the words flew out of him, leaving a strange void inside.

"Dear Ira, Father Peter began. -

your letter stunned me more than an arrest, and only the realization that it was dictated by grief and need calmed me somewhat. We have been living together for 24 years now, and you, my dear, had the opportunity to make sure that I always tried to be honest and fair, that I never made deals with my conscience. You know very well that I have never been an enemy of the Soviet regime ... and I do not consider myself a criminal in any way. Therefore, there is nothing to worry about. If fate wants to send me a test, then one way or another you need to submit to it.

I have never embarrassed my conscience, why are you, taking advantage of difficult circumstances, pushing me to a dishonorable act, knowing my religiosity, not feigned, but internal ?! Renounce faith in Christ, Who is the meaning of my whole life, from Whom I have seen so many benefits, and leave Him at a time when I am approaching the grave?! I cannot and will not do this even for you, whom I have always loved and love.

My dear, pull yourself together and do not give way to black thoughts. I really wish that at this time one of your own would be with you, and I ask you to invite Shura or Nil Vladimirovich, who will calm you down and help you ... Send me a comb, it is in a warm cassock. I myself am healthy, I feel good and only often think about you, that it is so difficult for you. I hug you tightly, kiss you and pray that the Lord will strengthen you, save you from evil.
Your Petya.

"All. Pretty digging. Get out!” - commanded the senior escort.

Both fathers shuddered in surprise. And they looked at each other with wide eyes. Really - everything?

The grave was ready.

Overcoming the trembling that appeared in their hands, they threw the shovels out of the ditch. Then, helping one another, they climbed out themselves.

It turned out to be much colder in the forest than in the earthly womb.

The junior escort, red-faced, waited until the prisoners shook off the earth (as if neatness had any significance before death!) and stood up with their hands clasped behind their backs. Now that the hour of his duties had at last arrived, he had overcome his fear by letting go of his hamstrings, and something hard had appeared in the creases between his brows and at the corners of his mouth. Shooting at people is not so scary, unless you consider them people, he decided for himself and calmed down.

“You have the last opportunity to change the measure of punishment,” the escort continued, following the instructions. - for this you just need to give up your dignity ... "

A cold wind blew Father Peter's collar. It was chilly and uncomfortable. Dirt was clogged in his left boot and pressed painfully on his toes. Batiushka felt mortal fatigue overwhelm his body. Probably, and it now understood what awaits it. And desperately protested.

For some reason he thought how, having finished writing a letter to his wife the day before and already folding the sheet, he stopped, unfolded the paper and quickly added:

“If I agreed and fulfilled your request, then you yourself would soon hate me.”

A new day was beginning in the forest. Birds sang. It smelled of spring, earth and life. Life Eternal.

Every full-fledged reasonable person who has come of age, whether he is male or female, is obliged to perform the fivefold prayer, there is no difference in this. Allah Almighty says in the Quran:

(وَمَا خَلَقْتُ الْجِنَّ وَالإِنسَ إِلاَّ لِيَعْبُدُونِ )

(meaning): "I did not create you except to worship me." And in a hadith, the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings be upon him) says: The difference between a Muslim and a polytheist or non-believer is the performance of prayer "(Abu Dawud). It was narrated from Hasan al Basri that he heard from the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him): “ The first thing for which a slave will be interrogated on the Day of Judgment is prayer. If the prayer turned out to be serviceable, then his other deeds will also be serviceable, and if the prayer is not serviceable, then the rest of the deeds will also be not serviceable. ". Therefore, Almighty Allah prescribed prayer to all the prophets and former ummats, and there was no prophet who would not command his ummah to perform prayer.

In the hadith of the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings be upon him) it is said: You command your children to pray at the age of seven, and when they reach the age of ten, if they refuse to pray, then punish them ". Of course, performing a fivefold prayer is not an easy task for everyone, but it is very easy for someone who performs it sincerely and because the Creator himself has charged it with a duty, and not someone else, and this is evidenced by the verse of the Holy Quran, which says

(وإنها لكبيرة إلا على الخاشعين )

(meaning): " Indeed, it (prayer) is a very difficult matter, but not for those who are obedient to Allah ».

The hadith of the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) states:

أثقل الصلاة على المنافقين صلاة العشاء وصلاة الفجر ولو يعلمون ما فيهما لأتوهما ولو حبوا )

« Indeed, the most difficult collective prayers for hypocrites are night and morning. If they knew about the reward that is in them, then they would crawl to visit them "(Bukhari).

As we know, initially fifty prayers were assigned to us, and knowing that our ummah (community) would not be able to perform them, the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) asked Allah to reduce their number. And the number of prayers per day was reduced to five, although we receive the same reward for them as for performing fifty prayers.

Punishment for those who leave prayer

The one who leaves prayer, being negligent in performing it, the Almighty punishes with 15 punishments: six in this world; three at death; three in the grave; and three on the Day of Judgment.

The punishments that the Almighty will send in this world:

1) The Almighty removes grace from his property;

2) the radiance (nur), which happens to the righteous, is removed from his face

3) the Almighty does not accept his good deed;

4) the prayer (dua) that he made, the Almighty does not answer;

5) Allah will make all people hate him;

6) he will not get a share of the prayers of good people.

Punishment at the time of death:

1) die a humiliating death;

2) will die experiencing severe hunger;

3) will die, experiencing intense thirst.

Punishments in the grave:

1) his grave will compress so that even the ribs will go into each other;

2) his grave will be very dark and filled with fire, which will burn him;

3) the interrogation of the two angels Munkar and Nakir will be very difficult for him.

The punishments that will await him in the next world:

1) unbearable punishment in hell;

2) the report for each act will be very difficult;

3) Allah Almighty will be angry with him.

And the one who says that he does not have time to perform these prayers does not understand the essence of his life. And the one who denies the very obligation of these prayers, himself demands that he be punished by the fire of hell. Why? Because the hadeeth of the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings be upon him) says: The one who leaves the prayer on purpose, denying the obligation to perform it, then he falls into disbelief. "(Abu Darda). And a person who left the world as an unbeliever goes to Hell forever. And in the hadith of the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings be upon him) it says: Namaz is the pillar of religion; the one who left him destroyed the religion "(Baykhaki).

Dear brothers and sisters, look carefully at how great the punishment in the next world is even for one deliberately missed prayer. What then awaits the punishment of those who do not commit it at all, it is even difficult to imagine. And all the punishments are only because they did not take five minutes of time to perform these five prayers. May Allah give us the strength to fulfill the requirements of Allah and beware of his prohibitions, because he is our creator, and we must obey him.

Who are we talking about? And there was no rest for him in the grave: a rumor spread among the people that at night a fire was seen there and cheerful music was heard; For this, after eight days they dug the corpse from the grave, burned it to ashes, and, having loaded a huge cannon with it, shot at the gate with which he entered Moscow so that his ashes would not remain.

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Last words before he was strangled:

What I've done?

Pavel I

Amsterdam, year 1717

Ruysch decided to sell the collection only in 1717, when Peter I came to Amsterdam again, nineteen years after the first negotiations with the Russian Tsar began.

Peter was no longer that young inquisitive and trusting young man. It was a sovereign, commander, king of a mighty state. All negotiations and bargaining for the sale of the collection were conducted in advance with Dr. Areskin, and when Peter arrived in Amsterdam, the issue had already been resolved. Ruysch was already 79 years old by that time, but he was still full of strength and energy. At first, it was only about selling a collection of freaks. But Ruysch agreed to sell only the entire collection at once, and after long negotiations, the collection was finally bought for 30,000 guilders, which at that time was a huge sum for which a warship with full equipment could be built.

Dr. Areskin insisted on Ruysch's discovery of this secret of embalming corpses. But Ruysch demanded an exorbitant price for his secret, and his secret was not acquired.

Here is what Frederic Ruysch himself wrote about the sale of the collection and the secret of embalming to his friend: “As for the price, I was very mistaken in the amount due to my collection and even acted unwisely, demanding only 30,000 guilders. If I had first asked for 60,000 guilders (which everyone appreciates my collection), then at least they would give me 40,000. But since the deed is already done, then, keeping honesty, I do not renounce this word. In addition, Mr. Areskin demands that I reveal to him the secret known only to me of preparing and preserving anatomical things and anointing dead bodies. For from whom I have not asked about this and no matter how much I have found out, no one truly understands this. Mr. Dr. Blumentros, who recently arrived from Paris and lived there with Mr. anatomist du Vernoy, says that all this glorious man's knowledge in this matter is of little importance because all his preparations are unreliable. I am not ashamed to say: even if someone, instead of all good things, had only my knowledge of this, he would, in my opinion, be quite rich and could live his life in peace. So, if Mr. Areskin cancels this one demand, I agree to everything else. I, despite my old age, will agree to teach this one secret for at least 50,000 guilders. Do not think that I have found all this without long labors. I got up every morning at 4 o'clock, spent all my income on it and, for all that, often despaired of success, used more than one thousand corpses, not only fresh, but also those that had already gone to the worms for turning, and through that many I exposed myself to dangerous diseases. Let Mr. Areskin buy whatever he pleases from others; only after that he will begin to repent utterly about this, if the preservation was not done according to my method, on the search for which I spent almost my whole life, not tasting any of the gaiety of this world, and even now I still work day and night. The Roman emperor Leopold of blessed memory offered me 20,000 guilders for discovering the secret of anointing dead bodies, and we almost agreed, but our agreement was cut short by his death. However, I wish his royal majesty, more than any other sovereign, to rule over my collection, because zeal has long continued between his majesty and me; for, as I had the honor to see his majesty in my house, he deigned to give me his hand and say, “you are still my old teacher.”

In view of the mysterious and sudden death of Dr. Areskin, the delivery of the Ruysch collection to Russia, which consisted of more than two thousand exhibits with detailed descriptions in ten catalogs, was entrusted to Archbishop Blumentrost, the future first president of the Russian Academy of Sciences. In the same year, she was transferred to St. Petersburg.

After selling his collection, which he collected all his life, the seventy-nine-year-old Frederick Ruysch felt homesick. By that time, son Heinrich had already died, daughter Rachel became a famous artist, a member of the Academy in The Hague, and Ruysch felt lonely. His whole life, his whole meaning, sailed away on a ship to Russia. He wandered around the empty rooms in despondency, looking around at the empty shelves. Did he need this huge amount of money now? He did not like noisy balls, the joys and pleasures that money promised. Now he could live out the rest of his days in luxury ... But this was not what he needed: he loved work, he adored the collection of freaks that he had collected all his life. It was the final and, as it turned out, the collapse of the life of the great anatomist Frederick Ruysch. Then the rest of the days he was haunted by failure. He was forced to protect the most precious thing he had left in this life - his secret.

Taking up the production of a new collection in 1724, Frederick Ruysch publishes a new eleventh catalog and dedicates it to Peter I in the hope that the Russian monarch will not be stingy and buy new exhibits. But Ruysch continues to pursue failures - in 1725 the Russian tsar dies. Ruysch desperately grabs what he has left, and in the ninetieth year of his life he publishes another, twelfth, catalog and dedicates it to the Paris Academy. But again, failure - the Paris Academy refuses to buy his new collection. Ruysch goes out of fashion. For him, this is a hard blow.

It was believed that this collection, created at the end of his life, Ruysch sold to the Polish king Stanislaw, who donated it to the University of Wittenberg. There was also an assumption that the collection was allegedly bought by the Polish king August, who gave 20,000 guilders for it. But this is far from reality. In the collection, described in two catalogs, there were only 59 drugs for which such a huge amount could not be paid. Most likely, in desperation, Ruysch himself spread rumors about his dizzying success, although it was clear to all of Holland that the popularity of Frederick Ruysch was already in the past.

In fact, after the death of the greatest embalmer of all times and peoples, the remains of his preparations were sold at auction and went to private collections. All his life, Frederick Ruysch was forced to guard his secret, which, having lived to the age of ninety-three, he never passed on to anyone.

It was his strength, his wealth, his glory.

Ruysch was buried in the city cemetery with honors equal only to the offspring of royal blood. But even in the cemetery, his body did not find peace. That same night, three unknown men in black cloaks and hats dug up the body of Ruysch and ransacked the deceased. Thus, refuting all future claims of descendants that Frederick Ruysch took the secret of embalming corpses with him to the grave. No secrets were found in the grave.

The secret that Ruysch possessed was sought by many. Everyone understood that owning it was tantamount to owning a philosopher's stone. Giuseppe Balsamo, better known as Count Cagliostro, traveled around Europe for half his life in search of the secret of Frederic Ruysch.

In his dreams, he painted a castle full of amazing creatures that could bring a lot of money and glorify him, Count Cagliostro ... And one day this secret was almost in his hands ... But Count Cagliostro was arrested and sent to prison.

Ruysch's daughter Rachel, the only one who could possess this secret, outlived her father by nineteen years, but did not reveal the secret. And although almost three centuries have passed, none of the anatomists has come even a centimeter closer to revealing this great secret.

All these three hundred years and still there is a legend among anatomists that this secret, contrary to the assertion of historians, has survived to this day. Here and there, the mummy of a dead man suddenly appeared, embalmed in some way unknown to science. But no one really knows about this.

As for the anatomical collection of Frederic Ruysch, bought by Peter the Great, it died like that. As the anatomist Cuvier wrote in the book "History of the Natural Sciences", and then the famous doctor Girtl in the historical sketch of his famous anatomy textbook, part of the Ruysch collection died already during the trip to St. Petersburg, because the sailors drank the alcohol in which the preparations were stored. So, according to them, the great collection of the ingenious father of monsters, Frederic Ruysch, perished.

The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: “The souls of the believers are inside the green birds on the trees of Paradise until Allah returns them to their bodies on the Day of Resurrection” (Sahih at-Tabarani). Also, according to him, “the grave is the first halt on the way to the afterlife, and for those who will be saved in it, the future will be easier. And if not, then the future will be more difficult ”(Hasan, at-Tirmizi, Ibn Maaja, al-Hakim according to Usman).

In this regard, the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) advised: “Seek the protection of Allah from the punishment of the grave, for this is the truth” ( Sahih at-Tabarani ).

“When a dead person is being buried, two blue-black angels come to him, one of whom is called al-Munkar, and the other is an-Nakir,” says a hadith, “and they say to him: “What did you usually say (about Muhammad)?” And he repeats what he used to say: “The servant of Allah and His Messenger; I swear that none is worthy of praise except Allah, and that Muhammad is his slave and Messenger.” Then they say: "Indeed, we knew that you would say this." Then the grave expands for him, and light appears in it, and they say to him: "Sleep." He says, "I'll go to my family and tell them." They say: “Sleep like a young husband who will not be awakened by anyone except his beloved wife” (that is, until Allah wakes him up from his place of sleep). But if he is a hypocrite (munafiq), he says: “I heard people say so-and-so, and I said the same thing (I don’t know).” They say, "We knew you'd say that." Then the earth is commanded: “Squeeze him,” and he is squeezed, and he is in such a painful position until Allah raises him from the place where he is ”( Hasan, at-Tirmidhi according to Abu Hurairah ).

The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: “When a person is put in a grave and his companions return, so that he even hears their footsteps, two angels approach him, make him sit down and ask him:“ What did you used to say about this man, Muhammad? He will say: “I testify that he is the servant of Allah and his Prophet.” Then he will be told: “Look at this place in Hell. Allah has replaced it for you with a place in Paradise.” The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) added: “The dead will see both places of his possible stay after death. However, if an unbeliever or a hypocrite answers the angels: “I don’t know, but I used to say the same thing that people used to say!”, He will be told: “You neither received knowledge nor followed the guidance (reading the Qur’an).” Then he will be beaten with an iron hammer between his ears, and he will weep and weep, and this cry will be heard by all who approach him, except for people and jinn. Sahih al-Bukhari 2/422, Muslim, Ahmad, Abu Dawud, an-Nasa'i according to Anas ).

Al-Baraa bin Azib said: “We went out with the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him), accompanying a stretcher with the body of one dead Ansar. When we came to the place where his grave was supposed to be, it had not yet been dug. The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) sat down, and we sat around him as if there were birds over our heads. In his hand was a staff with which he scratched the ground. Then he raised his head and said, "Seek protection from Allah from the punishment of the grave." He repeated this two or three times." In his version of the story, Jarir adds here: “He hears the sound of their (his friends) sandals as they walk away, and at that moment he is asked: “Oh so-and-so! Who is your Lord, what is your religion, and who is your prophet? According to Hannad's version: "Two angels will approach him, make him sit down, and ask him, 'Who is your Lord?' He will answer: "My Lord is Allah." They will ask him, "What is your religion?" He will answer: "My religion is Islam." They will ask him, "What do you think of the man who was sent on a mission among you?" He will answer: "He is the Messenger of Allah." They will ask: "Who let you know about this?" He will answer: “I read the book of Allah, believed in it and considered it to be true ...” Then a voice will be heard from heaven: “My servant told the truth, so spread a heavenly bed for him, dress him in heavenly clothes and open the door to Paradise for him.” And he will smell the fragrance of Paradise, and (the grave) will be made for him as spacious as the eye can see. He also mentioned the death of an infidel, saying: his spirit will return to his body, two angels will approach him, make him sit down and ask: "Who is your Lord?" He will answer: “Alas, alas! I don't know". Then they will ask: "What is your religion?" He will answer: “Alas, alas! I don't know". They will ask, "Who is this man who was sent on a mission among you?" He will answer: “Alas, alas! I don't know". Then a voice will be heard from heaven: "He lied, so spread out a hellish bed for him, dress him in hellish clothes and open the door to Hell for him." Then he will feel some of the hellfire and the scorching wind, and his grave will shrink so that his ribs will press against each other. In his version, Jarir adds: “Then a blind and dumb man will be placed in front of him with such a sledgehammer that if you hit a mountain with it, the mountain will turn to dust. He will be hit with this sledgehammer, and the sound of the blow will be heard by everyone from east to west, except for people and jinn, and he will turn into dust. Then his spirit will return to him" ( Sahih: Ahmad, Abu Dawud (3/4735) Ibn Khuzayma, al-Hakim, al-Bayhaqi, ad-Diya from al-Baraa ).

The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: “... a righteous person sits in his grave and does not feel anxiety or fear, and they say (the angels):“ In what (state) were you? And he says: "In the (state of) Islam." They say to him: "Who is this man?" He says: "Muhammad, the Messenger of Allah, who came to us with clear signs from Allah, and we believed him." Then they ask him: “Have you seen Allah?” He says: "No man can see Allah." Then a gap is made for him in the direction of the Fire, so that he sees (the Fire), and they say to him: "Look, from what Allah Almighty has saved you." Then a gap is made for him in the direction of Paradise, so that he can see its splendor and what is there, and he is told: "Here is your place." And they say to him: "You were in the right faith and died in this faith, and you will be resurrected in this faith, by the will of Allah." But the sinner sits in his grave, alarmed and frightened, and they ask him: “What state were you in?” He replies, "I don't know." He is asked: "Who is this man?" He replies: "I heard people say something, and I repeated after them!" Then a gap is made for him in the direction of Paradise, and he sees its splendor and what is there, and they say to him: “Look what Allah denied you.” Then a gap is made for him in the direction of Hell, so that he sees flames rising up there, and he is told: “This is your place, you lived in doubts and died in them, and you will be resurrected in them by the will of Allah” ( Ibn Maja according to Abu Hurairah ).

A selection of the hadiths of Sheikh Abu Muntasir