Operation Death
This is the tale of
an average man,
Who acts
contrary to Allah's plan.
If you are
reflected herein,
Then repent,
and commit no sin.
'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 perpend!"
The Angel knocked
again and again,
"Friend, I'll
take your life without a pain.
'Tis your soul
that 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
away 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 Ramadhan
came, and Ramadhan went,
But no time had
I to repent."
"The Hajj was
already, incumbent 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 the
Qur'an, 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."
"I'm afraid this
moment is your last,
Now be
reminded, more of you past.
I do understand
that you have fears,
But it is now
too late for those tears."
"We Angels do what
Allah demands,
We can not go
against His commands.
Death is
ordained for everyone,
Father, mother,
daughter or son."
"Your two
ill-gotten female offspring,
In nightclubs
for livelihood they sing.
Instead of
making them more faithful,
You made your
children ungrateful."
"You lived in this
world, two scores or more,
Never did you,
your people adore.
Your parents,
you did not obey,
Hungry beggars,
you turned away."
"You ignored the
Muezzin's Azzan,
Nor did you
read the Holy Qur'aan.
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, 'tis true."
"Paradise for you?
I can not tell,
Undoubtedly you
will dwell in hell.
There's no time
for your 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,
Never know,
your end may be near.
Change your
living and make amends,
For heaven, on
your deeds depends.
LIFE IS FRAGILE;
HANDLE WITH PRAYER |