Lying on the bedroom..
Looking the sunrise..
And remembering the death..
O tranquil soul!
Come back to your Lord, well pleased and well pleasing..
Enter then among My servants..
And enter My paradise..
For me, whenever I got sick, it is the best time I contemplate myself about being His slave His servant. Indeed, the death is really close to me. The distance of death and me is such the distance of my middle and index finger.. Really really close than you can think..
And I hope I come back to My Lord in khusnul khatimah.. Aamiin…