So little do we know of life. We are here today, will be somewhere else tomorrow; or we won't be. These thoughts hovered over my mind as I listened to Imam sahab's Jummah Khutba carefully. I felt like I would be dead the moment I leave the masjid and then I am sure going to burn in hell.

Any form of evil alive on this earth dwells inside me. I lie to my teachers, my parents. I lie to my friends. I steal their stationery. Last week only I threw away my younger sister's toy ape and pretended like I did not even know that she owned one. That is a lie too, right? I sure am gonna get grilled deep in the gallows.

I was not the only one who was unhappy about his deeds, many others were ashamed of what they were doing with their lives. One bearded man in the northeast direction was sobbingly crying, perhaps seeking pardon. Another man in the front row had buried his head between his head and shook it left to right with regret may be. The good ones were present too. One fine young man was checking texts on his mobile phone. Imam sahab's khutba was not important to him. Perhaps he had already booked a suite, for himself, in heaven.

My train of thoughts was halted by giggles of few little boys from across the room. I turned around to spot them. They were in the first row during the namaz, pushing and poking each other. Now they had scattered. One of them resumed his place after wandering all around the room while the two others had taken the last row. They were now trying to throw tinies on their mate and squeaking like sparrows. I only wished for these kids to know how serious life was going to be for them when they are older.

They say children are angels. No bad things are noted in their report card. If I was a year younger, I would have been spared too.

Once I am out, I would ask for their forgiveness and never lie to them again. I will be a good guy. I will even say sorry to my sister for throwing away her toy ape, breaking her doll's left arm, tearing out pages from her notebook and, and everything.

I left the mosque and forgot my commitments like all other Fridays, thus adding one more regret for next Friday.