Very touching
Beautiful Poem – "I'M MALAK-UL MAUT "
It was early in the morning at four,
When death knocked upon a bedroom door;
Who is there? The sleeping one cried,
"I am Malak-ul Maut (Angel Of Death) 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 parents and family on me depends,
Give me a chance, O please prepense";
The angel knocked again and again,
"Friend! I'll take your life without a pain;
Its your soul Allah requires,
I come not with my own desires";
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 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 (except when Allah will give death to everyone on day of Qayaamat),
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 own health;
Allah's command I never obeyed,
Nor five times a day I ever prayed;
Ramadhan came and Ramadhan went,
But I had no time to repent;
The Hajj was already Fardh on me,
But I would not part with my money;
All charities 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 Qur'an I will obey,
I'll begin my 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 cannot 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;
Do understand your dreadful fears,
But it is now too late for tears;
You lived in this world, two 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 many more Muslims,
You even made your children non-Muslims?;
You did ignore the Mua'dhin 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 for your poor workers, you underpaid;
Horses and cars were your leisure,
Moneymaking 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 cannot tell,
Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell;
There is no time for you to repent,
I'll take your soul for which I have been 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 else too;
