This is the tale of an average man,
Who acts contrary to Allah’s plan.
If you are reflected herein,
Then repent, and commit no sin.
‘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 depend,
Give me a chance, O please perpend!”
The Angel knocked again and again,
“Friend, I’ll take your life without a pain.
‘This your soul that Allah require,
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 away 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 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 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 morn till dusk, I made my wealth,
Not even caring for my health.”
“Allah’s commands, I never obeyed.
Nor five times a day, I ever prayed.
A Ramadhan came, and Ramadhan went,
But no time had I to repent.”
“The Hajj was already, incumbent on me.
But I would not part with my money.
All charities, I did ignore,
Taking usury, more and more.”
“The laws of the Qur’an, 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.”
“I’m afraid this moment is your last,
Now be reminded, more of you past.
I do understand that you have fears,
But it is now too late for those tears.”
“We Angels do what Allah demands,
We can not go against His commands.
Death is ordained for everyone,
Father, mother, daughter or son.”
“Your two ill-gotten female offspring,
In nightclubs for livelihood they sing.
Instead of making them more faithful,
You made your children ungrateful.”
“You lived in this world, two scores or more,
Never did you, your people adore.
Your parents, you did not obey,
Hungry beggars, you turned away.”
“You ignored the Muezzin’s Azan,
Nor did you read the Holy Qur’an.
Breaking promises all you 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 can not tell,
Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.
There’s no time for your repent,
I’ll take your soul, for which I’m 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,
Never know, your end may be near.
Change your living and make amends,
For heaven, on your deeds depends.
LIFE IS FRAGILE; HANDLE WITH PRAYER