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When death approaches any of them, they cry, “My Lord! Let me go back,
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so I may do good in what I left behind.” Never! It is only a ˹useless˺ appeal they make. And there is a barrier behind them until the Day they are resurrected.1 
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Then, when the Trumpet will be blown,1 there will be no kinship between them on that Day, nor will they ˹even care to˺ ask about one another.2 
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As for those whose scale is heavy ˹with good deeds˺, it is they who will be successful.
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But those whose scale is light, they will have doomed themselves, staying in Hell forever.
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The Fire will burn their faces, leaving them deformed.
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