As a muslim I never really feared hell. Well, maybe a little bit. But since I hoped I wouldn't go there... and just didn't think about it enough... didn't care.
And figured I'd get forgiven for the sins I committed anyway.. through prayers or whatever...
But I did fear death, especially dying when I had yet to reach a certain level of faith that those good ol' muslims talked about. I was like, shit, it would suck to die right now because I haven't been all that pious of a person at all. I don't want to die tomorrow, ahhhhh! Maybe if I wear hijab that will be a good safeguard if I do die.
(thankfully I never wore hijab. I got to a point in my life where i was strongly contemplating wearing it though. for diff reasons.)
Now.... I just fear death because I don't want to die when I haven't done what I feel I should with my life... my own life, and what I can do for other people...
And sadly, I don't feel like I've reached that point yet. So it would really suck if I died any time soon.
I have a friend who died last year when he was hiking in New Hampshire.. he went off the trail to take a closer look at a waterfall and slipped on the rocks and fell to his death.
This friend was an amazing person. He had a beautiful spirit and was involved in so many charities and lived to love. He was so passionate about the things he loved and was so inspiring. The day he died, and many days after that, on his Facebook people constantly said that very thing - how inspiring he was and how he will continue to inspire them because that's just how strong his presence was in this life - it is too strong and unique to ignore.
He died doing what he loved (he was really into the outdoors, skydiving, etc) and was at a good point in his life before his death... that's how I would want to go out. It's weird because I guess that's how I've tried to make myself feel better about his passing. It sucks that he's gone but when I look at it from the perspective of just how genuinely good he was - and for that to be everyone's memory of you, that you're special and amazing and you've inspired so many people in your life (and he was only 25!) ... it made me feel a bit better through my time of coping. As opposed to someone dying because of a drug problem they had, or suicide, or anything like that. It's sad for those people... not to say that they won't be loved or the good memories of them forgotten. But, I would prefer to go out in a good way.
And when I looked at the pictures of the day of his death that his friends who were with him had posted... Wow. The mountains and trail are so beautiful - the view was amazing. And he looked so eerily peaceful and I guess it was just surreal for me to see those photos. He was happy.
Anyway.. another thing is, WTF, will I be buried muslim style and shit? My body facing towards mecca, said prayers on, and stuff? Um.... ugh. Something to think about guys! Write a will about how you want that handled.