Final Moments before Death __ Mohammad Ali

In the final moments before death, life’s tapestry weaves its last threads. The veil between existence and eternity grows thin, and the heartbeat’s rhythm falters. It is a sacred threshold, where whispers of memories and dreams linger.

For some, it is a quiet surrender—a gentle exhale—as if the soul slips through an open window into the night. For others, it is a tempest, a fierce battle against the inevitable, fists clenched, eyes defiant. The room holds its breath, as if the walls themselves bear witness to this cosmic transition.

Regrets dance like shadows, and unspoken words hang heavy. Did they love enough? Did they forgive? Did they savor the taste of rain on their tongue, the warmth of a lover’s touch, the laughter of children? Or did they rush through life, chasing illusions, missing the symphony of small moments