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    Poem on Islam

    It was early in the morning at four,
    When Death Knocked upon a bedroom door,
    Who is there? The sleeping one cried.
    I'm Izrael, 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 ma 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 Am 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 jinn.
    The man held a gun in his right hand,
    Ready defy the Angel's stand.
    I'll point 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 fared on me,
    But I would not part with the 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 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 of 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 offsprings,
    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 promise all your life,
    Backbiting friend, 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 for a song.
    When the farmers appealed to you,
    You did not have mercy, its 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.
    (BY: Unknown)


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    ¤º*¨¨¨*¤Allah(SWT) gIvEs n fOrGiVeS, yEt mAn gEtS n fOrGeTs¤º*¨¨¨*¤

    *º¤Punjabiz are da LoUdEsT creaturez God eva made¤º*

    #2
    Subhanallah.

    Its true that 'death' is something we should always remember in order to do good deeds.

    May Allah reward u good

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      #3
      This is an absolutely wonderful poem..i like the end part specially where it talks about moral

      Keep it up

      Wassalam

      -Qrius-

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        #4
        Thanx 4 sharing aleena
        May Allah swt Bless u!!!

        by the way why have u blocked me on msn messanger??? u and aliya baji never seem 2 b online

        [This message has been edited by Shehzaada (edited May 02, 2001).]

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          #5
          Originally posted by Shehzaada:
          Thanx 4 sharing aleena
          May Allah swt Bless u!!!

          by the way why have u blocked me on msn messanger??? u never seem 2 b online or aliya baji
          aliyah eis bacchey ko unblock kar do aur be sweet n kind with every1 , not just wid me only

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            #6
            thanx shamaan uncle

            thank u qrius

            shezaada thanx..ermmm do i kno u? n sorry but i don't go on msn no more..

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            ¤º*¨¨¨*¤Allah(SWT) gIvEs n fOrGiVeS, yEt mAn gEtS n fOrGeTs¤º*¨¨¨*¤

            *º¤Punjabiz are da LoUdEsT creaturez God eva made¤º*

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