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Ra`eesah
05-03-2005, 07:27 AM
Poem Of 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 Azrael, 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 favourite 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 night-clubs, 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,
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.

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.

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MetSudaisTwice
05-03-2005, 10:49 AM
mashallah very nice
may we all learn from this inshallah
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MetSudaisTwice
05-03-2005, 10:52 AM
i prefer black font no need to have any other colour
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Far7an
05-03-2005, 10:53 AM
It was long but worth it :'(

Death is ordained for everyone,
Father, mother, daughter or son.
Subhanallah, May Allah gives us all the ability to prepare :'(
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MetSudaisTwice
05-03-2005, 10:54 AM
yes bro aameen
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Uthman
08-08-2005, 02:43 PM
:sl:

Please merge with this thread. :)

:w:

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bronumba1
08-08-2005, 02:51 PM
subhanAllah
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sadia
08-08-2005, 03:34 PM
wow. that was deep. and its very thoughtful. makes u think really hard.
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Sista Farzana
08-26-2005, 11:07 AM
Marshallah! nice poem!
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amal_1
09-26-2005, 07:01 PM
as salaam alikum.
jus got this mail from some one...its is soo nice ..its just too inspiring..read it.
masalma




It was early in the morning at four,
When death knocked upon a bedroom door,

Who is there? The sleeping one cried.
I'm Malakul 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 char ties 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.
Reply

Far7an
09-26-2005, 07:05 PM
Assalamu alaikum

Threads merged.

Please use the search facility before posting.
Reply

MetSudaisTwice
10-10-2005, 01:38 PM
salam
mashallah a great post, i hope everyone including myself is ready for death, if not this month is the perfect oppurtunity for you and myself to improve our imaan
wasalam
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halupalu
10-10-2005, 08:22 PM
Heard It B4 Its Really Good It Teaches Every1 Dat Death Cud B On Da Corner
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s_123_v
12-11-2005, 06:48 PM
Mashallah a good poem, may Allah give us a good death
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sapphire
12-11-2005, 06:49 PM
mashallah good poem..has been posted many times....so the thread may get merged...jazakallah for posting tho...have to be reminded about death.........
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Helena
01-05-2006, 10:24 AM
:sl:

Every soul shall have a taste of death and only on the Day of Judgement shall you be paid your full recompense...for the life of this world is but goods and chattels of deception" (Quran 3:185)


Angel of DEATH

It was early in the morning at four,
When death knocked upon a bedroom door, Who is there? the sleeping one cried. I'm Angel of Death, 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, This 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 favourite 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 SALAaT 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 night-clubs, 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, 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. 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.

what does everyone think??

:w:
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habib
01-08-2006, 01:34 PM
Poem Of 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 Azrael, 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 favourite 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 night-clubs, 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,
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.

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.
Reply

MuslimaH~SistaH
01-08-2006, 01:47 PM
Wow,Manshallah.
Did U write it on Ur own?

Thanks for sharing with Us.
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Muhammad
01-08-2006, 01:53 PM
:sl:

This poem has already been posted many times before in this thread.

Please use the search facility before posting new poems, Insha'Allaah.

Jazakallahu Khayr!

:w:
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Mainul_Islam
02-09-2006, 12:42 AM
Death

It four, was early in the morning at
When death knocked upon a bedroom door,
Who is there? the sleeping one cried.
I'm Azrael, let me come 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 depends on me,
Give me a chance

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

Not even caring for my health.
Allah's command I never obeyed,
Nor five times a day I ever prayed.
A Ramadhan came and a Ramadhan 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 Quraan 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 offsprings

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,
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, this is 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 got very 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
or heaven, on your deeds depends
Reply

Ibn Abi Ahmed
02-09-2006, 02:16 AM
:sl:

Thread moved :-\

:w:
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Mainul_Islam
02-09-2006, 02:19 AM
oh sorry... i forgot there was a poety thread
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cihad
02-10-2006, 05:02 PM
i read this before an its good

i jus wanna ask aquestion
do you think its okay to wanna die early- not like suicide or any thing ,but just?
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hamzaa
02-11-2006, 12:54 AM
Originally Posted by cihad
i read this before an its good

i jus wanna ask aquestion
do you think its okay to wanna die early- not like suicide or any thing ,but just?
No sister, every moment we are alive we have the chance of increasing our good deeds and asking forgiveness for our sins. Think about this quote:

Do not envy the living except for that which the dead envy the living for.
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mizan_aliashraf
03-14-2006, 02:38 PM
Salam
Jazakallah Khayr for the poem bro, it was really good and had some very good reminders in it. We should remember death always, as all this world is is a test. At the end, we will occupy a 6 foot by 3 foot hole in the ground
Wassalam
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Sister_6038
04-10-2006, 11:46 AM
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.

**********************************************
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Kittygyal
04-10-2006, 11:47 AM
aw bless thanks sis i've heard it before tho anyway thanks sis :)

take care
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Muhammad
04-10-2006, 12:46 PM
:sl:

Threads Merged!

:w:
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firdaw
05-21-2006, 12:58 AM
nice sharring keep

wasaalam
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Samira_01
05-21-2006, 11:13 AM
The Laws of Quran I will obey,
I'll begin SALAT this very day.

good stuff sista ...nice poem wid story !!
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TahirPak
12-20-2006, 07:49 AM
Operation Death

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 depends,
Give me a chance, O please prepense!"

The Angel knocked again and again,
"Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,
'It is your soul 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 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 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 Qur'an I will obey,
I'll 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 wenchs 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, to 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 Mu'azin's Azaan,
Nor did you read the Holy Qur'an.
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, 'this is 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'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,
You never know, your end may be near.
Change your living and make amends,
For heaven, on your deeds depends.
www.jannah.org
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AmarFaisal
12-20-2006, 08:08 AM
A beautiful poem ..a moment to analyse oneself..where do I stand..:?
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BlissfullyJaded
12-20-2006, 08:15 AM
:sl:

*Threads Merged*
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Malaikah
12-20-2006, 10:12 AM
:sl:

Nice poem, good moral and all. But I just had to point out one thing, where the angel said: "Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,

This guy sounds like a terrible Muslim:

"Allah's 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."


For such a person there certainly will be much pain in death. :cry:
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Abdul-Raouf
12-20-2006, 10:32 AM
Hmmmmmm....u r right.
May Allah help us....
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Azhar786
01-16-2007, 04:00 PM
This is a 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 wife
"Don't let him take away my life."

"Please go away, O Angel of Death
I'm not ready yet
My family, on me depend
Give me a chance, to go back and mend .

The angel knocked again and again
"Friend, I'll take your life without any pain
It's your soul that Allah requires
I come not with my own desires.

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 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 remember Allah's name
From dawn 'til dusk, I made my wealth
Not even caring for my spiritual health."

"Allah's commands I never obeyed,
Nor five times a day I ever prayed,
A Ramadhaan came and a Ramadhaan went,
But no time had I to repent."

"The Hajj was already obligatory upon 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 the Qur'aan, I will obey
I'll begin Salaat - 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 unlawful women , 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 and 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 or 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 muadhin's Adhan (call to prayer)
Nor did you read the holy Quraan.
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, this is 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 a moral from here
Never know, your end may be near.
Change your living and make amends
For heaven, on your deeds depend.
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Al_Imaan
01-16-2007, 04:10 PM
I read this poem when I was in 4th grade...I love it:thumbs_up
Reply

Azhar786
01-29-2007, 10:35 PM
mashallah both r nice
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Woodrow
01-29-2007, 10:42 PM
I pray that all young people live the life and to the age when they look forward to that last knock on the door and invite the Angel in as a treasured guest and friend.

May we all live a life that we see the Angel as a bearer of good news and not as a feared enemy.
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Angelzz
01-30-2007, 06:37 AM
SubhanAllah SubhanAllah SubhanAllah -- i dont know what else to say
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Periwinkle18
01-30-2007, 06:56 AM
mashallah its really nice
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Azhar786
02-23-2007, 09:50 PM
’Twas 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 prepense!”

The Angel knocked again and again, ”Friend! I’ll 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! 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 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 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 Qur’an I will obey, I’ll 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, 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 offsprings, in night-clubs, for livelihood
they sing. Instead of making more Muslims, you made your children
non-Muslims.”

”You ignored the Mu’athin’s Athaan, nor did you read the Holy Qur’an.
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.
There’s no time for you to 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, you never know, your end may be near.
Change your living and make amends, for heaven, on your deeds depends.
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aLiTTLeTiMe
02-23-2007, 10:33 PM
thank you brother.
it is nice poetry
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IbnAbdulHakim
02-23-2007, 10:43 PM
ye

no one can stop death

but we can all become shaheed!!!!!!! that way death will be sweeeeet :D
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allah-akbar
02-25-2007, 11:27 PM
very sweet peom...with great theme... Thank you for sharing!
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tomtomsmom
02-26-2007, 12:17 AM
Wow that gave me goosebumps!!! Very nice indeed
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khazina
02-27-2007, 05:08 PM
subhannAllah
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asian_gyal_4_lyf
03-01-2007, 10:30 AM
Masha'Allah a great poem.

I have never read it in full length. Indeed let it be a reminder that our time is short on this Dunya, so make use of time for we will be accountable for it on the Day of Judgement. May we all die with the Shahadah on our lips & in our hearts. Ameen!
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Sheikh_Fiji
05-12-2007, 12:31 PM
It was early in the morning at four,

When death knocked upon a bedroom door,

Who is there? The sleeping one cried.

I'm Malakul 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.
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Qurratul Ayn
05-12-2007, 12:35 PM
:salamext:

Masha'Allah Ta'ala Brother Sheikh_Fiji, great poem and post!!! Death should be thought of 70 times a day as one never knows when one's death will come.

:salamext:
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truemuslim
12-15-2007, 03:54 AM
OMG THIS POEM IS SO SCARY LIKE PLEASE READ IT...ALL OF IT!!! PLEASE!!:cry::cry::cry::cry::cry::cry::cry:



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 prepense!"

The Angel knocked again and again,
"Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,
'It is your soul 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 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 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 Qur'an I will obey,
I'll 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,
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 offsprings,
in night-clubs, for livelihood they sing.
Instead of making more Muslims,
you made your children non-Muslims."

"You ignored the Mu'athin's Athaan,
nor did you read the Holy Qur'an.
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.
There's no time for you to 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,
you never know, your end may be near.
Change your living and make amends,
for heaven, on your deeds depends.

With du'a
Wassalamu'alaikum wa Rahmatullah wa Barakatuh
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pegasus
12-29-2007, 10:36 AM
Masya Allah. Thanks to remind with this article.
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Ali.
12-29-2007, 10:42 AM
Woahhh amazing! :)
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