Death's and Grave's Angels ( Continuation )

As far as the infidel is concerned, the Prophet, may Allah exalt his mention, said, 'When an infidel is about to leave this world and enter the next world, black faced angels descend from heaven bringing him rough cloth and sit by his side ( they are as many as the sight can reach). The Angel of Death, may Allah exalt his mention, sits by his head and says, 'O wicked soul ! Come out to suffer the wrath of Allah.' The Prophet, may Allah exalt his mention, said, ' The soul will disperse into his body, ( The soul disperses in the body for fear of death and promised torment ) such that the Angel of Death pulls it out just like a skewer is pulled out of wet yarn of wool. Once he pulls it out, the angels do not leave it in his hand for a flicker of an eye, and place it in that cloth. It emits horrible odor like that of the most decayed carcass found on earth.

"They than take it up to heavens, where no group of angels that they pass by but ask, 'Who is the wicked soul?' They will say, 'He is so & so.' They call him by the ugliest of names with which he used to be called in this world. When they reach the lowest heaven and ask for the gates to be opened for him, no gate will be opened for him. 

Then the Messenger of Allah, may Allah exalt his mention, recited the following ayah:" The gates of heaven will not be opened for them, nor will they enter Jannah  until a camel goes through a needle's eye."( Qur'an. 7:40). Allah will say, 'Place his record in Sijjeen, the lowest earth. It will be roughly thrown into it.

Then the Prophet, may Allah exalt his mention, recited: "And he who ascribes a partner to Allah will be as though he has fallen off from the sky, and birds snatch him up; or as though the wind blows him to a remote place." ( Qur'an 22:31 ).

Soon after that his soul rejoins his body, whereupon two angels come to him, make him sit down, and ask him, 'Who is your Rubb?' He says,'Ah,ah, I do not know.'They ask him, 'What is your Deen?' He says, Ah, ah, I do not know.' They ask him,'Who was that man who was sent to you?' He says, 'Ah, ah, I do not know.' 

Allah will say, 'My slave has lied. Give him bedding from Fire, and open up for him a window to the Fire.' No sooner than wind blows heat on him from Hell-Fire, and his grave tightens to the point of squeezing him to force his ribs intertwine. Then an ugly man wearing filthy clothes with repulsive odor comes into his grave and says, 'Grieve by what will sadden you. This is your promised day.' He ask him, 'Who are you? Your face foretells evil news.' He says, 'Iam your wicked deeds.' Thereupon, he says, 'O my Rubb! Let not the Final Hour take place."( Iman Ahmad )