He had bargained to buy his beloved hilsa fish. After all, it’s not every day that one can afford such an expensive fish! Yet, just like a fish crushed underfoot, the man was run over on the road!
Maybe before buying the fish, he had called home to ask what kind of fish to bring. Or perhaps he had already decided—he would buy hilsa and take it home!
Maybe he planned to serve his father the fish’s head, or carefully pick out the bones to feed his daughter. Maybe he had dreams of it.
Did he ever wonder if this fish was even written in his destiny?
Had he thought about how many dishes he could prepare with the hilsa? How many guests he could serve? How many pieces he would store in the freezer? Perhaps he had it all planned out! Maybe he had even imagined saying, “I brought fresh hilsa! Fry it in mustard oil right away. I’ll take a bath and then eat it with hot rice.” So many hopes, so many dreams!
We make so many plans, we dream of so many things. Yet, suddenly, the Angel of Death stands before us.
Will we get the chance to seek forgiveness? Will we have the opportunity to repent for our past before our Lord? Will we get a moment to bid farewell to our loved ones? Will we even have a single spoonful of water when our soul is being taken?
Nothing is as uncertain as the moment of death.
Think about that family—will they ever be able to eat hilsa again?
How short our lives are.
When we can’t even guarantee reaching home with a bag of groceries, what is there to be so proud of? Yet, we drown ourselves in arrogance! We deceive people, seize others’ rights, and accumulate wealth, thinking it will make us happy.
But do we ever stop to imagine? One day, we too will be gone!
