~ Poem "The End" ~ Dont Miss

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> > >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 pretense!
> > >
> > >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, 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.
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> > >At least take sometime, and do not make it ban
> > >And send it to as many people as you can.
> > >
> > >What do you have for your END?
> > >Take Care with: The END
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