****** Life n Death ******
It was early in the morning at
four,
When death knocked upon a
bedroom door,
Who is there? The sleeping one
cried.
I'm Malakul Mawt, 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,
This 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 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.
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,
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.
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,
Moneymaking 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
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.
____________
At least take sometime, and do
not ban
And send it to as many people
as u can.
منقول من ايميلي
أتمنى تعجبكم
It was early in the morning at
four,
When death knocked upon a
bedroom door,
Who is there? The sleeping one
cried.
I'm Malakul Mawt, 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,
This 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 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.
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,
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.
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,
Moneymaking 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
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.
____________
At least take sometime, and do
not ban
And send it to as many people
as u can.
منقول من ايميلي
أتمنى تعجبكم
تعليق