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 wife, was sleeping by side:
Don't let him take away my life.
Please go away, Angel of Death!
Leave me alone, I'm not ready, yet.
My family on me depends,
Give me a chance, Oh 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,
Oh Angel I'm so afraid to die,
I'll give you gold and be your slave,
Don't send me to the unlight 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 you head,
If 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 Oh man,
To die according to Allah's plan?
Come smile at me, do not be grim,
Be Happy to return to Him.
The man, worry said:
Oh 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.
The Allah's command, I never obeyed,
Nor five times a day, I ever, prayed.
A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went,
But no time i had 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, every 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 the charity,
Wine and wenches I will detest,
Allah's oneness, I will attest.
the Angel Azrael replied:
We Angels do what Allah CC demands,
We cannot go against His commands.
Death is ordained for everyone,
Father, mother, daughter or son.
now, is your time, come on.
now, is your time, come on.
I'm afraid this moment is your last,
Now be reminded, of your past...
I can to understand your fears,
But it is now ...too late, for tears.
You lived in this world, two score and more,
Never did you, your duty fo who asked to you.
Your parents, you did not obey,
Hungry beggars, you turned away.
Your two ill-gotten, female offspring,
In night-clubs, for livelihood they sing.
Your wife, sincere muslim, from Allah (SWT) ,
you dont accepet and in the wind left, you, from she leaved,
you dont accepet and in the wind left, you, from she leaved,
Instead of making more Muslims,
The opportunity, you dont to import
The opportunity, you dont to import
You made your children non-Muslims
and others you said to the mothers to abort,
and others you said to the mothers to abort,
You ignored the Mua'dhin Adhaan,
Nor did you to teach the Holy Quran
to them, your family, who asked to you.
to them, your family, who asked to you.
when your sister asked to you to 'help' her to go to your
coined to work with him, you denied , said a lie that day
that had not money, and the same day you paid the journey
to your young and rich secretary for her holiday,
because you were interested in her...her expenses yet you pay
that poor when he called on your door, asking for help
a place to work, you dont accept to see him.
did not think was an angel to advise you?
man, you dont know that need be carefully?
When your wife asked for a word of comfort, a cae from your hands,
for the pain of loneliness, money you sent,
speaking tha was busy, looking at the football match
with friends.
coined to work with him, you denied , said a lie that day
that had not money, and the same day you paid the journey
to your young and rich secretary for her holiday,
because you were interested in her...her expenses yet you pay
that poor when he called on your door, asking for help
a place to work, you dont accept to see him.
did not think was an angel to advise you?
man, you dont know that need be carefully?
When your wife asked for a word of comfort, a cae from your hands,
for the pain of loneliness, money you sent,
speaking tha was busy, looking at the football match
with friends.
Breaking promises all your life,
Backbiting hearts, 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.
but, to who was praying for you,
you never some importance made
you never some importance made
A pint of blood you never gave,
Which could a little baby save,
but you was busy, caring the gilrs
new, and with goo health, on the net,
for to gave food to your Nefs
but you was busy, caring the gilrs
new, and with goo health, on the net,
for to gave food to your Nefs
Oh Human, you have done enough wrong,
You bought good properties for a song.
When the poor farmers appealed to you,
You did not have mercy, this true.
all the time so busy, living as in a fair,
not 'heard' the cry of those who loved you
likewise, Allah (SWT) has you,
You departed Allah's way, from you
not 'heard' the cry of those who loved you
likewise, Allah (SWT) has you,
You departed Allah's way, from you
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.
Allah (swt) The forgive, be sure
but, must to who have a heart pure,
from where the intent to help is pleasure.
Allah (swt) The forgive, be sure
but, must to who have a heart pure,
from where the intent to help is pleasure.
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
inshAllah amin
inshAllah amin
(poem of the end)
Allah CC Al Hadi Al Aziz Al Wali help us be more hellpers than egoist, caring each to others with respect enough, giving the hope the assistance . Allah CC Al Karim, please, help us be more understading, and remembering always that this dunya we are in short time, for to do our tests, helping each to others, please. Allah CC Al Bari, please give help to us, t saty in right way, always, and always our acts , can be to reach YOU. inshAllah amin
