A Poem
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,
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 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, 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.
Opinion_ replied on Wednesday, June 24, 2009 04:17 PM PST
Mate..you are abusing this forum. There are so many forums on the internet to discuss all this. Its like in mathematics class, you are discussing paintings. There is no harm in it,if you do it sometimes, but you are discussing unrelated topics too much, which actually harm the beauty of the forum. |
Ahmad replied on Wednesday, June 24, 2009 06:07 PM PST
Assalamo Alaikum! The bitterness and pleasures of life and the reality of death is not an irrelevant topic. It can be discussed anytime and anywhere. |
Faisal replied on Wednesday, June 24, 2009 08:53 PM PST
Asalamu Alaikum,
This is a wonderful poem. Nothing wrong posting this poem on this forum. Allah's reminder is a good deed. Perhaps we all can pause for a minute and reflect on our deeds. One never knows when is his/her time is up, only Allah does. |
Guess replied on Wednesday, June 24, 2009 09:10 PM PST
PROGRESS, Ahmad and Faisal are the same person. |
MuslimFirst replied on Thursday, June 25, 2009 01:44 AM PST
Masha-Allah! What a nice poem. Allah's reminder is not just a good deed ... it's a GREAT DEED!
Opinion/Guess, I think you two are the same ones instead. |
sister in islam replied on Saturday, June 27, 2009 12:31 AM PST
i agree with brother faisal and muslimfirst.this is very beautifull poem.this is good for all remember this in all time.jazak Allaha o khair to remind our real home death and qaber. |