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Published
on 23rd Ramadhan, 1423.
The
Poem Of Death
by
Unknown, Submitted by A.G.Karim
It
was early in the morning at four,
When death knocked upon
a bedroom door,
Who is there? The sleeping one cried.
I'm Azrael, Let me come inside.
At
once, the man began to shiver,
As one sweating in deadly fever,
He shouted to his sleeping wife,
Don't let him take away my life.
Please
go away, O Angel of Death!
Leave me alone; I'm not ready yet.
My family depends on me,
Give me a chance, O please prepense!
The
angel knocked again and again,
Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,
It's your soul Allah requires,
I come not with my own desire.
Bewildered,
the man began to cry,
O Angel I'm so afraid to die,
I'll give you gold and be your slave,
Don't send me to the unlit grave.
Let
me in, O Friend! The Angel said,
Open
the door; get up from your bed,
If
you do not allow me in,
I
will walk through it, like a Jinn.
The
man held a gun in his right hand,
Ready
to defy the Angel's stand.
I'll
point my gun, towards your head,
You
dare come in; I'll shoot you dead.
By
now the Angel was in the room,
Saying
O Friend! Prepare for your doom.
Foolish
man, Angels never die,
Put
down your gun and do not sigh.
Why
are you afraid! Tell me O man,
To
die according to Allah's plan?
Come
smile at me, do not be grim,
Be
Happy to return to Him.
O
Angel! I bow my head in shame,
I
had no time to take Allah's Name.
From
morning till dusk, I made my wealth,
Not
even caring for my health.
Allah's
command I never obeyed,
Nor
five times a day I ever prayed.
A
Ramadhan came and a Ramadan went,
But
no time had I to repent.
The
Hajj was already fard on me,
But
I would not part with my money.
All
charities I did ignore,
Taking
usury more and more.
Sometimes
I sipped my favourite wine,
With
flirting women I sat to dine.
O
Angel! I appeal to you,
Spare
my life for a year or two.
The
Laws of Quraan I will obey,
I'll
begin Salat this very day.
My
Fast and Hajj, I will complete,
And
keep away from self conceit.
I
will refrain from usury,
And
give all my wealth to charity,
Wine
and wenches I will detest,
Allah's
oneness I will attest.
We
Angels do what Allah demands,
We
cannot go against His commands.
Death
is ordained for everyone,
Father,
mother, daughter or son.
I'm
afraid this moment is your last,
Now
be reminded, of your past,
I
do understand your fears,
But
it is now too late for tears.
You
lived in this world, two score and more,
Never
did you, your people adore.
Your
parents, you did not obey,
Hungry
beggars, you turned away.
Your
two ill-gotten, female offspring's,
In
night clubs, for livelihood they sing.
Instead
of making more Muslims,
You
made your children non-Muslims.
You
ignored the Mua'dhin Adhaan,
Nor
did you read the Holy Quran.
Breaking
promises all your life,
Backbiting
friends, and causing strife.
From
hoarded goods, great profits you made,
And
your poor workers, you underpaid.
Horses
and cards were your leisure,
Money
making was your pleasure.
You
ate vitamins and grew more fat,
With
the very sick, you never sat.
A
pint of blood you never gave,
Which
could a little baby save.
O
Human, you have done enough wrong,
You
bought good properties for a song.
When
the farmers appealed to you,
You
did not have mercy, this is true.
Paradise
for you? I cannot tell,
Undoubtedly
you will dwell in hell.
There
is no time for you to repent,
I'll
take your soul for which I am sent.
The
ending however, is very sad,
Eventually
the man got very mad,
With
a cry, he jumped out of bed,
And
suddenly, he fell down dead.
O
Reader! Take moral from here,
you never know, your end may be near
change
your
living and make amends
for heaven, on your deeds depends.
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