وَأَعُوذُ

بِكَ

رَبِّ

أَن

يَحۡضُرُونِ

٩٨

And I seek refuge in You, my Lord, that they ˹even˺ come near me.”

When death approaches any of them, they cry, “My Lord! Let me go back,

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