A questioner questioned the imminent torment.
For the disbelievers; none can repel it.
From Allah, Lord of the Ways of Ascent.
Unto Him the angels and the Spirit ascend on a Day the duration of which is fifty thousand years.
So be patient, with sweet patience.
They see it distant.
But We see it near.
On the Day when the sky will be like molten brass.
And the mountains will be like tufted wool.
No friend will care about his friend.
