An-Naba

What are they asking one another about? About the great news, which they disagree over. No! They will come to know; again, no! They will come to know. Has Allah not made the earth a resting place and the mountains as pegs, created you in pairs, made your sleep for rest, the night a covering and the day for earning a living, built seven strong skies above you, placed a blazing lamp in them, and sent down pouring rain from the clouds to bring out grain, plants and thick gardens? The Day of Sorting is an appointed time: the Trumpet is blown and you come forth in crowds, the sky is opened into gateways and the mountains are moved away like a mirage. Hell lies in wait, a home for the transgressors, where they stay for ages, tasting nothing cool and nothing to drink except scalding water and foul pus: a fitting repayment, for they never expected a reckoning and utterly denied Allah’s verses, and everything has been recorded in a book. For the righteous there is triumph: gardens and grapevines, companions of equal age, a full cup, no idle talk and no lies, a generous gift from the Lord of the skies and the earth, the Most Merciful. On the Day the Spirit and the angels stand in rows, no one speaks except whom the Most Merciful allows. That is the True Day, so whoever wills, let him take a way back to his Lord. We have warned you of a punishment near at hand: the Day a person sees what his hands sent ahead, and the disbeliever says, “I wish I were dust!”