The word of pearls for the sicked soul . .time is like a sword, if you can not master it, then we will be cut by it.

Time passes so smooth, deceive us who terlena, not have time to berzikir in the morning tau-tau day is late afternoon, not have time to give amed morning did not feel sun rising, the time clock 9 to sholad dhuha, sudden adhan dhuhur also have sound, morning add one juz verses of Al-Quran, add one day one verse,
But yes. . .
It's just the wish, the commitment will not miss the night except with tahajjud and witir, even if only 3 short cycles, but all that is just a plan, will continue this is the fate of life to spend ages, to pretend with age.

Then while waiting for death to arrive, for a moment we memnkahpp charity that we remember, never do anything, ASTAGFIRULLAH, it was not how, alms and infak sekedarnya, taught science never existed, broken silaturrahmi, let alone silaturrahmi with the khaliq,
If so, does this spirit not howl, roar, scream in pain when it comes to separating from the body in the moment of death,?

Have not we just wasted time during this,?
How many years would it take to repeat morning, noon, afternoon and evening in order to prepare to die?
Without us feeling the loss of time and opportunity to produce fahala in every second, then a thousand years would not be enough for people who are complacent,