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If you have time, read this; it's worth it!!! 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 chance, O pleases prepense! The angel knocked again and again, Friend! I'll take your life without a pain, This your soul ALLAAH requires, I come not with my own desire. Be wildered, 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 unit 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 Jinn. The man held a gun on 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 your gun and do not sigh. Why are you afraid? Tell me O man, To die according to ALLAAH'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 ALLAAH's name, From morning till dusk, I made my wealth, Not even caring for my health. ALLAAH's command I never obeyed, Nor five times a day I never prayed, A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went, But no time I had to repent. The Hajj was already Fard on me, But I would not part with my money, All charity 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, ALLAAH's Oneness I will attest. We, Angels; do what ALLAAH demands, We can not 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, tow 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'adhin 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 be saved? O human, you have done enough wrong, You bought good properties for a song, When the farmers appealed to you, You di not have mercy, this true. Paradise for you? I can not 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 maybe near, Change your living and make amends, For heaven, on your deeds depends. If this poem inspires you, It can help someone, too At least take sometime, and do not make it ban, And send it to as many people as you can. What do you have for your end? Take care with: THE END!!! Author: Unknown