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 Malakul Maut, let me inside
At once, the man began to shiver, as one sweating in deadly fear
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 prepensely!
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, and get up from your bed
If you do not aloe me in, I will walk through it, like 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, and I’ll shoot your dead
By now the angel was in the room, Saying, O friend! Prepare for your doom
Why are you afraid! Tell me O man, to die according to Allah’s plan?

Come smile at me, do be firm, and 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 dust, I made my wealth, not even caring my for my health
Neither Allah’s command 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 fardh on me, but I would no 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 solat 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 from 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 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-Muslim
You ignored the mudzin adzan, 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 fatter, 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, its true
Paradise for you? I cannot tell, undoubtly you will dwell in hell
There is no time for you to repent; I’ll take your soul for which I am sent
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 depend
If this poem inspires you, It can help someone too
At least take some time 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”.