A questioner asked about a penalty to befall
The unbelievers which there is none to ward off
A penalty from God, Lord of the ways of ascent
The angels and the spirit ascend to him in a day the duration of fifty thousand years
Therefore be patient, beautifully patient
They see it as indeed distant
But We see it as near
The day that the sky will be like molten brass
And the mountains will be like wool
And no friend will ask about a friend
Though they will be put in sight of each other. Those who are corrupt, their desire will be that he could redeem himself from the penalty of that day with his children
His wife, and his brother
His family who sheltered him
And all who are on earth, so that it could save him
By no means, for it would be the fire of hell
Burning down to the skull
Inviting all those who turn their backs and turn away their faces
Collecting and hiding it
Truly the human being was created impatient
Depressed when harm touches him
And arrogant when good reaches him
Not so those who pray
Those who stay focused on their prayer
And those who recognize a right to their wealth
For those who ask, and those unable to ask
And those who hold to the truth of the Day of Accountability
And those who fear the displeasure of their Lord
For their Lord’s displeasure is unlike peace and tranquility
And those who guard their chastity
Except with their spouses and those that their right hands possess, for they are not to be blamed
But those who trespass beyond this are transgressors
And those who respect their trusts and covenants
And those who stand firm in their testimonies
And those who guard their worship
These will be the honored ones in the gardens
Now what is the matter with the unbelievers that they rush madly before you
From the right and from the left, in crowds
Does every person among them long to enter the garden of bliss
By no means, for We have created them from what they know
No, I call to witness the Lord of all points in the East and the West. That We can certainly
Substitute for them better people than them. And We will not be defeated
So leave them to plunge in vain talk and play, until they encounter that day of theirs which they have been promised
The day when they will suddenly rise from their graves, as if they were rushing to a goal post
Their eyes lowered, disgrace covering them. Such is the day which they are promised