The End!

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I am lying on the bed. My children, brothers and sisters are all sitting by my bedside. Some close friends too are standing and overlooking my face.
Suddenly I start breathing with long breaths. Someone among the people sitting in the room starts to recite, Surah Ya’siin. Everyone around
repeats with the reciter. My breath starts to ease out. I am opening my eyes and looking at something. Angel of death has arrived.
I am getting late for the eternal journey. My mouth has opened up. My brother is dropping some water into my mouth, it is perhaps the “Zam
Zam” water which I had preserved for the very moment.

Then everyone starts to recite, “Laa’ilaaha illallaaha Muhammadur Rasoolullaah”. I have lost my vision. I have lost my tongue, I have even
lost my sensation but I can still hear. I can hear my loved ones weeping in grief. I’m not dead yet but I am almost lifeless. Angel of death makes the final act and takes my soul out with an
intensive jerk. I have now left this world.

All my wealth, cars, properties, bank balances, contacts and connections are of no use now. My identity is my grave and I am being referred to as
‘dead body’. My near ones are preparing my grave and some of them think it as inauspicious to keep the dead body inside the house for too
long. The house which I myself built and lived in is shrinking in space for me.
My bath is being prepared. I am taken out in the compound for the final bath. My bathroom fitted with expensive
bath fittings is not for me now. I am being wrapped in the white cotton shroud. I am boxed in a wooden box for the travel to my grave. My expensive car is not for me now.
For what then did I amass so many worthless things. Why did I lie to earn the useless wealth.

It is of no use to me. Woe to me for I wasted my life in vain. I forgot that my last journey is near and certain. Why did I sin so much ? Oh! I have lost my game.

Now stop imagining This is going to happen one day with you and me. So be prepared. Good deeds will make your journey and the life of the Hereafter pleasant. Remember death. It is certain. It is so near. This world is just a short dream.

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A visit from above

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It was early in the morning at four,
When someone knocked upon a bedroom door.

Who is there? The sleeping one cried.
I’m Malkul Maut, 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 parents and 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 desires..
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 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 own health.
Allah’s command I never obeyed,
Nor five times a day I ever prayed.
Ramadan came and a Ramadan went,
But I had no time 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 my 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,
do understand your dreadful fears,
But it is now too late for your tears.
You lived in this world, two score and more,
Never did to 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 many more Muslims,
You made your children non-Muslims?
You did ignore 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 for your poor workers, you underpaid.
Horses and cars 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, is 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.
This poem may change many lives,
And Allah may have for you a great surprise..