The Last Mintue of My Life

[Ameen]

The Last Minute:

 

Sixty seconds left of my life

My heart is pounding and the unseen is ever approaching

I reflect on my time and my teachers and all their coaching

If only I knew they would have abandon me in this time of need

I wouldn’t have caused my heart to get so attached

 

Fifty seconds is but all I got left,

And my visions get stronger of people who are standing in rows ready to perform salat.

No more Ramadan’s I think to myself and the tears in my eyes grow

My soul afraid and my heart overwhelmed

My mind pure from thoughts

I’m left to stare straight into the nearby dust

 

Forty seconds to go and I ponder over the decree

I turn to my dented shield and my sword

That couldn’t defend me against time

Oh if I only could strike it with another blow

I would afflict it with so much pain; it would be forced to move slow

And my children would be left with eternity to increase in good deeds

 

Thirty seconds to go and the Shatan’s whispers are abundant with flow

He pleads to me that his invitation is sincere

Whereas I know he will abandon me in my hour of need

So I turn his offer down in discreet

And I turn to my Lord who Hears all and Sees

If only I could be saved from this misery

 

Twenty seconds left of my life and I could see the messengers from the sky descending

This was the decree that Islam had informed me of from the very beginning

The door of repentance is now closed and my duration in this world is but over

My heart once in a state of fear is overtaken with peace

A voice informs me that Allah is the Most Merciful of those who show mercy and I smile

But I worry about my wife that I will leave behind more than I fear for myself

She sits over me and is engaged in an act of ignorance, weeping

Naturally her love for me is causing her to weep with such ease

 

Ten seconds left and the extreme pain begins

But no pain exceeds the reality that I will be leaving my wife for a term

May Allah reunite us and grant us a life in which we will not fight time

I see the last of the angels that are descending and it is he that will remove my soul

He demands the soul to come out and my soul is a soul that obeys

[mantra]

subhanallah! I pictured the inevitable, powerful words