When I opened my eyes, I didn't understand where I was. If nothing happened, I should be in the grave.
It is very dark around.
That is normal.
Surely no one will be sitting in the grave lighting C, F, L lights for me.
Well, two angels are not supposed to come?
Munkar-Naki's name?
Where did they go?
They are supposed to ask questions. A kind of test.
Thinking of that, I began to sweat even from the grave (!).
I don't remember ever being so happy to hear about an exam in my life.
What kind of questions will they ask?
I closed my eyes and started thinking.
Let's say, I can't see them, but I can feel them.
One asked me, "Why are you coming so late?"
Since I can't see, I assume that he is looking at me with furrowed brows, like Golam Mustafa Sir of my school life.
……
I don't understand what to answer.
Many times in my life I have had to hear questions about latecomers.
Every time I survived talking about the road jam.
What will I say now?
Blame it on Azrael or not?
Thinking about it, I fell asleep again.
Otherwise it can be said, I died later!!!
865.674 SRY