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Somehow, off late I have been thinking about our end of life. Good? Alhamdulillah. Bad? . I seek protection with Allah from it.

I use to know one couple. They were my neighbours. I was in my teens then. They were young and had no child.

I used to lepak at their house because their place was nice. Despite we were living in low-cost houses, they decorated their house in style. In my eyes, at that time, their house was like thouse houses in deco magazine.

Anyway they were beautiful couples. The wife pretty, the husband err tak ingat. Maybe that's why I like to be at their place because I was a teen looking for an examplary figure to emulate (?).

After sometime, the wife found a new interest in modeling. So she was often not in Muar. In KL for photo shoots and what not. So I rarely saw her. I saw her husband now and then.

Then there were stories about the wife enjoying too much time living the new lifestyle. New man. Wild parties and such. The husband, in the meantime, resorted to drinking. He was also trying to get her back or something to that effect. I don't know much because this was cerita-cerita orang tua.

But the wife remained living in the capital city and the husband got scruffier each day in the small town of Muar.

Fate has it, the husband after a binge of drinking met with a fatal accident. he died on the spot. I didn't see the wife after that.

This event gave a big impact on me when I was in my hormone-raged teen. Being the wild teen girl at that time befriending people who drink and take drugs, I was very afraid of drinking for the fear of death in that state.

His death brings me two fear, one : death in the state of sinning, and two : him being the husband died also in the state of anger to the wife. Either way makes me very afraid.

I ask Allah to keep me and all of us in the straight path and to give all of us good ending in life.

May Allah forgive them.