A terrifying moment made me feel death was near – was this Allah’s way of calling me back?

Assalamu alaikum, everyone. I’m posting this because something absolutely horrifying happened to me today, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. It’s left me shaken to my core, and I’m still trying to make sense of it. A bit about me: I’m a 19-year-old Muslim woman, and honestly, my faith has been sort of all over the place. When I was younger, I was much more consistent – I used to pray regularly and felt a stronger connection to Allah. But as the years passed, I kind of drifted. I’m embarrassed to say this, but I haven’t been praying for quite a while now. My iman has just felt weak, and even though I sometimes feel guilty and sad about it, I kept telling myself I’d get back on track later, that there was plenty of time. Deep down, I think I was just soothing my own conscience. Just a few days ago, though, I found myself looking up at the sky and making du’a. I asked Allah sincerely to help me draw closer to Him, to soften my heart, and to make me truly aware of death and the akhirah. I felt like I’d become numb spiritually, and I wanted that to change. Then today happened, and it’s like my whole world flipped upside down. My family and I were on the highway, driving home. I noticed a man in a car next to us staring at me in a way that gave me chills – it was cold, intense, and just strange. He kept matching our speed, staying right alongside us, never breaking his gaze. Then he rolled down his window and started making weird gestures, like he wanted us to stop or for me to come closer. I tried to ignore him, thinking he was just some troubled guy looking for attention. I turned my face toward my dad and avoided eye contact. But then my older sister, who was in the back seat, started screaming in panic. She was crying and yelling at my dad to go faster, and she kept telling me to duck down. I had no clue what was going on. It turns out that when I looked away, this man had pulled out what looked like a gun and was pointing it right at my head while driving beside us. Everything happened so fast. I honestly thought that was it. By Allah’s mercy, my dad managed to speed away, put some distance between us, and lose him. We went straight to the police station and reported it. Alhamdulillah, I’m home and physically safe now, but mentally, I’m not okay. I keep replaying it – how close I might have been to dying. One second I was just sitting in the car with my family, and the next, someone was aiming a weapon at me. It made me realize how fragile life is, how it can end in a blink. What’s really haunting me is thinking about the state of my faith. What if I had died today while being so neglectful of my prayers? I know only Allah knows what’s in the heart, but this thought won’t leave me. I keep wondering if this was a sign – a wake-up call from Allah. Maybe a punishment, or maybe a reminder that death doesn’t wait, and I shouldn’t keep putting off tauba, thinking I have endless time. I had just made that du’a a few days ago, asking to be brought closer and to become more conscious of the akhirah, and then this happens. I can’t shake the feeling that this terrifying experience was meant to shake something inside me. Has anyone else gone through something that made them completely rethink their relationship with Allah? I’d really appreciate any thoughts or advice.