Poem Of The End

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 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 on me depends,
Give me a chance, O please prepense!

The angel knocked again and again,
Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,

Tis 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 you 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 Ramadan 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 Quran 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,
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, tis 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 became 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.

If this poem inspires you,
it can help someone too.

 

Nor

30 mars 2011 18:31

MASHALLAH!!! otroooooligt fin och sjukt tankeväckande! Denna tänker jag också publicera i min blogg och inshallah öppnar den upp några ögon!

http://behroox.blogg.se

313souljaz

30 mars 2011 18:55

elr hur! den är sjukt bra!
men hörru jag vill ha lösen till din blogg!

 

zulqarnain

31 mars 2011 09:51

Tack så hemskt mycket syster
Insallah om jag åker till Karbala så ska jag nämna dig där och min Hussein ska veta att du hjälpte mig.

http://zolqarnain.blogspot.com

313souljaz

31 mars 2011 09:56

salam broder, det är det minsta jag kan göra!
hoppas ni får det bra och ziayara ma8bol.
Om nummret inte funkar elr är till hjälp så säg till så hittar jag annat!
respekt/

wslam

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salam wa alaikum   detta är mitt sista inlägg på denn blogg. Tänker skaffa en ny blogg där jag kommer uppdatera om min iran resa och annat. Denna blogg har jag aldrig lust att skriva i..aja thats life..   aja, ha det gott och wsalam! ...

GRATTIS ELIAH PÅ DIN STUDENT!!!! HOPPAS DU SER FRAMGÅNG OCH LYCKA I LIVET BROTHER:D   'jag kommer tyvär inte närvara på min brors student, men alla andra familjemedlemmar ska..hr ngt livs  viktigt jag måste göra då!!!   hihi min bror i kost...

salam   min bror aka eliah tar studenten nu i veckan, tänk så snabbt tiden går? haha låter som om jag är 20 år äldre än honom, 1 års skillnad mellan oss..grattis_D   my brother har  börjat kolla bloggar och börjat intressera sig för det..ha...

salam,   mår skit över senaste händelsen i irak, ett brudpar med familjer och allt har våldtagits och mördats brutalt.!!  svin wahabiter som hatar oss shia, må allah bränna er med era föregångare!! ya allah 3azab shadid insallah!! må alla tyran...