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a poem on death
nida
02/03/04 at 19:31:42
salaams everyone!
i am new here and this is like my first post.....  :-*
anywayz...i just thought of sharing this rlly nice poem a friend of mine sent me. tell me what you think!   []

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 Malkul 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,

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 favorite 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 nightclubs, 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,
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, 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.
Re: a poem on death
amkamb
02/03/04 at 23:37:47
[wlm],
How nice!  I like poems such as these.  I wish more people would contribute poems and articles on Death.  I would rush to read them.   :-*
Re: a poem on death
nida
02/04/04 at 02:14:58
[slm] :-*
:-[here is something more:

Death--the beginning of an End
Air Janaazah



Air Janaazah "For to us will be their return; then it will be for us to call them to account." (Holy Quran 88:25-26)



Air Janaazah the next one, it shall be like a trip to another country.

Where details of that country won't be found in glamorous travel brochures but in the Holy Qur'aan and the Hadith.

Where our plane won't be British Airways, Emirates or American Airlines but Air Janaazah.

Where our luggage won't be the allowed 23 kgs but our deeds no matter how heavy they weigh. You don't pay for excess luggage. They are carried free of charge with your Creator's compliment.

Where our dress won't be a Pierre Cardin suit or the like but the white cotton shroud.

Where our perfume won't be Chanel, Paco Rabanne, but the camphor and attar.

Where our passports won't be British, French or American but Al Islam.

Where our visa won't be the 6 months leave but the "La Illah a Illallah.."

Where the air hostess won't be gorgeous females but Izra'iil and its like.

Where the in-flight services won't be 1st class or economy but a piece of beautifully scented or foul smelling cloth.

Where our place of destination won't be Heathrow Terminal 1 or New York International Terminal but the Qabarastaan.

Where our waiting lounge won't be nice carpeted and air-conditioned rooms but the 6 feet deep gloomy Qabar.

Where the Immigration Officer won't be Her Majesty's officers but Munkar and Nakir. They only check out whether you deserve the place you yearn to go.

Where there is no need for Customs Officers or detectors. Where the transit airport will be Al Barzaakh.

Where our final place of destination will be either the Garden under which rivers flow or the hell Fire.

This trip does not come with a price tag. It is free of charge. So your savings would not come handy.

This flight can never be hijacked so do not worry about terrorists.

Food won't be served on this flight so do not worry about your allergies or whether the food is Halal.

Do not worry about leg room; you won't need it, as your legs will become things of the past.

Do not worry about delays. This flight is always punctual. It arrives and leaves on time.

Do not worry about the in-flight entertainment program because you would have lost all your sense of joy.

Do not worry about booking this trip, it has already been booked the day you became a foetus in your mother's womb.

Ah! At last good news! Do not worry about who will be sitting next to you. You will have the luxury of being the only passenger. So enjoy it while you can. If only you can!

One small snag though... This Trip Comes With NO Warning! ARE YOU PREPARED ????

"To Allah We belong, and to Him is our return" 2:156

[wlm]
:-)
Re: a poem on death
nida
02/06/04 at 00:48:05
[slm]
i found this website and it is very very touching. :-[ its about Death and its from a perspective of a man who is dying.plzz plzz read this as it is very touching. :'(

oh also, make sure u have your speakers turned up. :D

here is the website:

http://www.biznaseducation.com/koko2003/37.htm

hope u like it! []
jazakallah.
[wlm]
:-)


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