Evaluate yourself before your death
حاسبوا أنفسكم قبل موتكم
Life is Fragile – Handle with Prayers!
This is the Tale of Average Man,
Who acts contrary to Allah’s Plan.
If you are reflected herein,
Then repent, and commit no sin.
Twas 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’m not ready yet.
My family on me depends,
Give me a chance O please perpend’!
The Angel knocked again and again,
‘Friend, I’ll take your life without a pain.
‘Tis your soul that Allah require,
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’!
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, I’ll shoot you dead’.
By now, the Angel was in the room,
Saying, “O Friend! Prepared for your doom.
Foolish man, Angels never die,
Put down your gun and do not sign’.
‘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 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 Ramadan came, and Ramadan went,
But no time had I to repent’.
‘The Hajj was already, incumbent on me,
But I would not 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 Qur’an, I will obey,
I’ll begin Salah, 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’.
‘I’m Afraid this moment is your last,
Now be reminded, more of your past.
I do understanding your fears,
But it is now too late for tears’.
‘We Angels do what Allah demands.
We cannot go against His commands.
Death is ordained for everyone,
Father, mother, daughter or son’.
‘Your two ill-gotten, female offspring,
In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing,
Instead of making more Faithfuls,
You made your children Ungrateful’.
‘You lived in this world, two scores or more,
Never did you, your people adore.
Your parents, you did not obey,
Hungry beggars, you turned away’.
‘Your ignored the Muathin’s Azzan,
Nor did you read the Holy Qur’an.
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,
Moneymaking was your pleasure’.
Your ate vitamins and grew more fat.
With the very sick, you never sat.
A pint of blood, you never sat.
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’s no time for your repent,
I’ll take your soul, for which I’m 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 a moral from here,
Never know, your end may be near.
Change your living and make amends,
For heaven, on your deeds, depends.
This poem is woven around the following Qur’anic verse:
‘WHEREVER YE ARE, DEATH WILL FIND YOU OUT, EVEN IF YE ARE IN TOWERS BUILT UP STRONG AND HIGH.” (4: 78)