Assalamu Alaikum

For your benefit, I am forwarding the following poem which is woven around
the following Quraanic verse: "WHEREVER YOU BE DEATH WILL OVERTAKE YOU OUT,
EVEN IF YOU BE IN TOWERS STRONG AND LOFTY." This poem was copied from the
book "Death is Certain" by PET Publications...


Hasan Cam

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                          Death is Certain


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 sleeping wife,
"Don't let him take away my life."



        "Please go away, O Angel of Death!
Leave me alone I am not ready yet.
My family on me depend,
Give me chance, O please perpend!"



        The Angel knocked again and again,
"Friend! I will take your life without a pain.
It's your soul that Allah doth require
I come not with my own desire."



        Bewildered, the man began to cry,
"O Angel! I am so afraid to die
I will 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 will point my gun towards your head
If you dare come in, I will 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 recite 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, a Ramadhan went,
But no time had I to repent."



        "The Hajj was already farz on me,
but I would not part with my money
All charities, I did ignore.
Taking usury more and more."



        "Some time 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 Quran I will obey,
I will 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 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, more 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."



        "You ignored the Muezzin's Azaan,
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 poor and 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 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 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 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