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Death Bed



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> It was early in the morning at four,



> When death knocked upon a bedroom door,



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> Who is there? The sleeping one cried.



> I'm Malakul Mawt, let me inside.



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> At once, the man began to shiver,



> As one sweating in deadly fever,



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> He shouted to his sleeping wife,



> Don't let him take away my life.



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> Please go away, O Angel of Death!



> Leave me alone; I'm not ready yet.



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> My family on me depends,



> Give me a chance, O please prepense!



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> The angel knocked again and again,



> Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,



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> This your soul Allah requires,



> I come not with my own desire.



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> Bewildered, the man began to cry,



> O Angel I'm so afraid to die,



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> I'll give you gold and be your slave,



> Don't send me to the unlit grave.



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> Let me in, O Friend! The Angel said,



> Open the door; get up from your bed,



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> If you do not allow me in,



> I will walk through it, like a Jinn.



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> The man held a gun in his right hand,



> Ready to defy the Angel's stand.



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> I'll point my gun, towards your head,



> You dare come in; I'll shoot you dead.



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> By now the Angel was in the room,



> Saying, O Friend! Prepare for you doom.



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> Foolish man, Angels never die,



> Put down your gun and do not sigh.



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> Why are you afraid! Tell me O man,



> To die according to Allah's plan?



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> Come smile at me, do not be grim,



> Be Happy to return to Him.



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> O Angel! I bow my head in shame,



> I had no time to take Allah's Name.



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> From morning till dusk, I made my wealth,



> Not even caring for my health.



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> Allah's command I never obeyed,



> Nor five times a day I ever prayed.



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> A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went,



> But no time had I to repent.



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> The Hajj was already FARD on me,



> But I would not part with my money.



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> All charities I did ignore,



> Taking usury more and more.



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> O Angel! I appeal to you,



> Spare my life for a year or two.



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> The Laws of Quran I will obey,



> I'll begin SALAT this very day.



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> My Fast and Hajj, I will complete,



> And keep away from self-conceit.



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> I will refrain from usury,



> And give all my wealth to charity,



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> We Angels do what Allah demands,



> We cannot go against His commands.



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> Death is ordained for everyone,



> Father, mother, daughter or son.



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> I'm afraid this moment is your last,



> Now be reminded, of your past,



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> I do understand your fears,



> But it is now too late for tears.



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> You lived in this world, two score and more,



> Never did you, your people adore.



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> Your parents, you did not obey,



> Hungry beggars, you turned away.



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> Instead of making more Muslims,



> You made your children non-Muslims.



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> You ignored the Mua'dhin Adhaan,



> Nor did you read the Holy Quran.



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> Breaking promises all your life,



> Backbiting friends, and causing strife.



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> From hoarded goods, great profits you made,



> And your poor workers, you underpaid.



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> Horses and cards were your leisure,



> Moneymaking was your pleasure.



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> You ate vitamins and grew more fat,



> With the very sick, you never sat.



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> A pint of blood you never gave,



> Which could a little baby save?



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> O Human, you have done enough wrong,



> You bought good properties for a song.



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> When the farmers appealed to you,



> You did not have mercy, tis true.



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> Paradise for you? I cannot tell,



> Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.



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> There is no time for you to repent,



> I'll take your soul for which I am sent.



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> The ending however, is very sad,



> Eventually the man became mad



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> With a cry, he jumped out of bed,



> And suddenly, he fell down dead.



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> O Reader! Take moral from here,



> You never know, your end may be near



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> Change your living and make amends



> For heaven, on your deeds depends.



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> If this poem inspires you,



> It can help someone too.



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> At least take sometime, and do not make it ban



> And send it to as many people as u can.



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> What do you have for your END?



> Take Care with: The END



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> The End



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