The End...

[Armstrong]

Just forwarding a little Poem I received via E-mail:-

 

The End...

 

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 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 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.

[Haseena]

Found this on the net,

 

WHAT WILL THE DATE BE?

-Anonymous

 

What will the date be?

Praised be He,

who knows the future

Lord of The worlds,

Creator of every creature

 

Did you sit down and think

About the moment when

your eyes will cease to blink

yes, I am Talking to you

sit down and do

and do not pretend

That it won't Happen to you

 

What will the date be?

What will be the time?

And Most important...

am I the next on line?

Oh no you think...

not Me....

and even if it was... you say

it won't be today....

It will be At a time

 

so far away...

like a hundred years

or maybe even more

When Angel Izrael

will be knocking at my door

and the problem Is.

you know that you know....

That when death comes...

it will Come like a blow

 

I just can't believe

maybe can't conceive

that God knows the very second

when my soul will come out of my body

And the news will shock everybody

 

So am I ready for the test?

The Most important final test?

But how can I pass

when I knew all the While

that when I didn't prepare

for a test in school

I got a letter in

My mail

a lousy F

for Fail

Exactly what I was expecting

WHAT AM I EXPECTING??????!!!!

 

Don't take God for granted

Yes, He is Merciful

His Punishment is also

Painful