Make Death What You Seek

[Salafi_Online]

~~Bithnillah, this poem increases your imam~~

 

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The bullets hit your hearts like the stings of a bee

You fall on your face as all you can see,

 

Are the Gardens so wide when you're put in the ground

You've been searching for years and now you have found,

 

The Ultimate Prize, so sacred, so sweet

Your bargain with your Lord is finally complete,

 

Because you are all martyrs without fear or grief

Who gave all you had for your precious belief,

 

You promised Him your souls and He promised you much more

Now you can enjoy what He's kept in store,

 

An endless reward for those who stood by

The covenant they made that towards death they would fly,

 

While graves burn the sinners and squeeze them so tight

You're shown your places in the Garden, so spacious and bright,

 

On the Day when Great Terror shall steal all their words

Your souls will rest in the hearts of green birds,

 

Under the Great Throne with beauty beyond measure

At you ar-Rahmaan laughs, expressing His Pleasure,

 

Sufficient is this as a heavenly prize

But prepared for you is that never before seen by the eyes,

 

On your head is placed a crown, one jewel of which is worth

More than all of the jewels contained in this Earth,

 

You are brought to a gathering with companions so beautiful

The Prophets, the righteous and those who were truthful,

 

Al-Firdaws, where those of the Right Hand shall meet

Where the soil is white musk, so smooth and so sweet,

 

You scoop up a handful and throw it in the air

You are relaxed by the rivers flowing everywhere,

 

Water, milk and honey gushing forth non-stop

So thick and delicious you want to devour each drop,

 

You drink so much you almost end up falling

Into the flowing current, then you hear voices calling,

 

You turn and behold! The voices are singing

Coming from Maidens so fair and enchanting,

 

These are the Hoorees with round and firm chests

Pure untouched virgins, they're better than the best,

 

Seventy-two in all, with large eyes of dark hue

Each one created especially for you,

 

They call out your name asking where you are

But to their disappointment, from the battles you are far,

 

Your heart is intoxicated by the pleasures of this life

Fear (of death) has wounded your manhood like a sharp knife,

 

A knife sharpened by the callers to Hell's every door

Who pulled the sword from your hand and threw it to the floor,

 

And given you women, children and money instead

Convincing you 'this is better than ending up dead,'

 

Lo,the Martyrs are alive, rejoicing and provided for!

When asked what they desire, they will answer no more!

 

So be from the cream of this heavenly crop!

Shake off your fear and let your doubts drop!

 

Pick up the sword and grab your horse's reins tight!

Throw off your armor and jump into the fight!

 

Make your path be none other than Islaam's high peak

Whose mountain is climbled by making death what you seek! "

[Taqwa]

Bithnillah, this poem has increasesd my imaan. My faviorate Sahaba was always the man they called "The Living Martyr", Talhah ibn Ubaydilla.

[Rahima]

Beautiful poem and very beneficial.

[Nur]

A thought provoking poem indeed!

 

Nur