It was early in the morning at four. When
death knocked upon a bedroom door.
Who is there? the
sleeping one cried. Im Izrael, let me inside.
At once, the man
began to shiver, as one sweating in deadly fever,
he shouted to
his sleeping wife, Dont let him take away my life.
Please go away, O Angel of
Death! Leave me alone, Im not ready yet.
My family on me
depend, give me a chance, O please prepense!
The Angel knocked again and again, Friend!
Ill take your life without a pain,
Tis
your soul Allah require, I come not with my own desire.
Bewildered, the
man began to cry, O Angel! Im so afraid to die
Ill give you gold and be
your slave, dont 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 Angels stand,
Ill point my gun, towards your head.
You dare come in, Ill 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 O man, to die according to Allahs 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 Allahs name.
From morn till dusk I made
my wealth, not even caring for my health.
Allahs commands I never
obeyed nor five times a day I ever prayed.
A Ramadan came
and Ramadan went but no time had I to repent.
The Haj 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,
Ill begin Salat this very day. My Fast
and
Haj, 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, Allahs 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.
Im 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 offsprings, in night-clubs, for livelihood
they sing. Instead of
making more Muslims, you made your children
non-Muslims.
You ignored the Muathins
Athaan, 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, money-making 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.
Theres no time for you to repent,
Ill take your soul for which Im 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 a moral from here,
you never know, your end may be near.
Change your living and make amends,
for heaven, on your deeds depends.