A Lift of Iman (Faith)

[Simpletraveller]

On resurrection day Allah will say
What did you do with the strength and energy that your
food gave you on earth?
How did you use your eyes?
What did you make with you five senses while
they were dimming and flaying out?

I gave you hands and feet as tools for preparing the
ground, for planting, sewing the seed of righteous acts
to be harvested in the Akhira

You will not be able to stand when you hear those questions
You will bend double with shame and finally acknowledge
the glory of Allah(swt)

Allah will then say:
Lift your head and answer these questions
Your head will rise a little and slump again
Look at me! Tell me what you've done!
You try, but you fall back, flat as a snake
I want every detail, tell me!
Eventually you'll be able to get to a sitting position
Be plain and clear, I have given you such gifts
What did you do with them?
Then you will turn to the right looking to the prophets
for help, as though to say I am stuck in the mud
of my life, help me out of this
Humanity now is stuck in the mud of it's own
pride, help me out of this

They're asking the prophets for help when
they should have taken their help in this world
And the prophets will answer:
The time for helping is passed
the plow stands there in the field
you should have used it

Then you will turn to the left where your
family is, they will say:
Don't look at us, this question is between you and your creator.
Then you will pray the prayer
that is the essence of every ritual;
Allah I have no hope, I am torn into shreds
You are my first, my last and my only refuge
And they recognize that there was no refuge from Allah(swt)
Except to Allah(swt)

 

[Protected_Diamond]

warhmatulahi wabarakthu

wow!!! subhana Allah masha Allah that was absoultely beautiful and quite scary indeeed when you think about what's waiting for you in the akhira

warhmatulahi wabarakthu

 

[habib]

Masha Allah nice poem ..

I like it ..

Jazakallah for sharing ..

 

[Pure Imaan]

Asalamaualikum
Wow....wikd poem Mashallah...liked it...my heart got heavy wen i read the last 2 lines...it is tru we are onli mere travellers in this world and we r all 1 step closer to death...scary wen u think of it like that...this world has so many glamours that lures ppl away and makez them 4gt about the Hereafter...Inshallah ALLAH (swt) will guide us Inshallah....Ameen

 

[hinda]

beautifull poem, thx
here is another one

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.
family on me depends,

Give me a chance, O please prepense!

The angel 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,
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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.

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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