A leader in hell

"Chances are only given to those who will swallow their mistakes and willing to follow the path of God"

Life is unfair. We don’t know when we’re going to die and where we’re going afterlife. I don’t know where I am, this place was opposite to the one I’m expecting. I know that I already died and I am moving with my spiritual body now, and spirits go to heaven … but I was not in heaven. If I’m not mistaken, heaven is a peaceful paradise as of garden of Eden but this one’s different. There were no plants but rocks, the waves of fire were continuously flowing and I am all alone here. I can’t even see angels but images of animals. I don’t want the idea running out of my mind but the feeling of fear was embracing my thoughts. I was in .. h-e-l-l. No! this couldn't be hell! I shouldn't be here! I know that I've done better in my entire life and I can count those to God one by one if he wants me to. I helped the poor people, I provided education to the youths, I even go to church with my sisters and I’m sure that those are enough for Him to reckon me in heaven. Suddenly, I heard a big step from my back, as I turn my head, I saw a colored man with red-silk something on his back, an eye like a fire, lips as black as charcoal and a very big fork on his hands. I was scared and I’m not really sure if he was Sa .. tan but I thought he was. “Welcome!” he said while offering his hands. I neglected to give mine and my body was shaking, my mouth can whisper no words and my foot seems glued on the place where I am standing. “Yes. You’re in hell!” he said again. This time, goosebumps were flowing on my whole body. “w..h..y?” I asked. He took a glance at me then stare at the fire that was swiftly dancing on the rocks and say “ you’re asking me why huh? Couldn't you remember? You stole the money of your people and you let them suffer the bitter side of life.” I shook my head “but I didn't steal all … I just … stole some … I mea-“ “you still stole their money” he interrupted. “then why am I alone here? This place must’ve many politicians. The previous administrations? My allies? The queen of pork?” I asked. “So you’re really responsible for all your sins. Be patient! We’ll wait for ‘em” he stared at me “ and those who died? They asked for forgiveness and so they were saved by God” he continued. “No! I’d helped the victims of a typhoon so He should also save me!” I yelled. He put his hands with a big fork up high and say “you never help them, you just return what they’d paid you, you’re land has many places not only one, people seek help from you because they trust you and they believe you’re a good leader. Typhoon victims were not only hundreds but thousands but you never …” "It was not my responsibility!” I shouted “No! it’s yours! People are responsible for their own lives, you as well. But you were chosen by Him to help His people. You were given the chance to perform His goodness but what you've done was mine and that’s the reason why you’re here” he said impatiently. “How? How ? I’ll ask for forgivene- -“ “you can’t change everything now my dear. It’s too late 'cause you’re already mine” he said with an evil laugh. My eyes were full of tears and my heart was lunging from fear. I don’t know what to do and how to escape from this place. I want to undo things and ask for His guidance but it’s too late. I was lost. I realized how faulty I spent my life, making my people suffer from hunger and poverty and leave them without any progress. I also realized that I wasted the chance I had to rule my country and make it worth living for everyone. I should’ve inspired people, families, and societies. I should’ve shown them the beauty of life. The regrets sank into my heart when I felt someone holding tightly my left hand. I tried to open my eyes, I saw a bright light, I turned my head to look who’s the person beside me, it was my sister crying “he’s awake!’ she shouted. That’s when I realized that I was in the hospital lying in a sickbed with some machines on my side. They told me that I was comatose for thirteen days and my countrymen were praying for me. The flash of memories played mellowly on my mind, it was my dream. A meaningful dream which leads me to the right path in life. I can’t still say a word but my eyes were full of tears. This is the chance that I asked for before and I will not waste this, not only because I don’t want to live in hell but because I want to fulfill my responsibilities and I should leave a legacy before my death, for I know that it was imminent. I’ll make my land worth living for and my countrymen worth dying for.