     Perfecthusband | Sunday, December 31, 2000 - 09:09 pm
Eid Mubaarak
OPERATION DEATH (with some editing)
by G.H.E. Vanker
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 wife
"Don't let him take away my life."
"Please go away, O Angel of Death
I'm not ready yet
My family, on me depend
Give me a chance, to go back and mend .
The angel knocked again and again
"Friend, I'll take your life without any pain
It's your soul that 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 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 - prepare for your doom
Foolish man - Angels (will be the last to) 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 remember Allah's name
From dawn 'til dusk, I made my wealth
Not even caring for my spiritual health."
"Allah's commands I never obeyed,
Nor five times a day I ever prayed,
A Ramadhaan came and a Ramadhaan went,
But no time had I to repent."
"The Hajj was already obligatory upon 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 the Qur'aan, I will obey
I'll 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 unlawful women , 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 and 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."
"You ignored the muadhin's Adhan (call to prayer)
Nor did you read the holy Quraan.
Breaking promises all you 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 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, this is 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 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 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 depend
It was reported that Prpphet Muhammad SAWS has said:
" Verily you will die as (effortlessly) as you fall asleep, and you will be resurrected as (effortlessly) as you wake up, But this time around, you are either heading to hell or heaven" |
| Idea | Monday, January 01, 2001 - 01:57 am
Nice poem. Could be perfect one if it depicted how a true believer accepts death with open hands!!! |
| TLG | Monday, January 01, 2001 - 08:05 am
Salaam ya'll,
PF, maasha Allah bro. Eid mubarak to you too. Thanks for the Poem. It is a powerful piece. |
| Sweetgirl | Monday, January 01, 2001 - 09:32 am
Even though this poem reminds about death it's still a false tale, it never happened when did this dialogue take place between the angel of death and the man? I don't want to sound critical but this poem reminds me of another poem(I don't remember the title) but allah was having a dialogue with a man even though the poem was emotional and made you think to me it fell under the category of saying about allah that of which you know not. |
| TLG Seeker | Tuesday, January 02, 2001 - 02:22 am
TLG
Eid Mubaarak to you too.
I just came back after an absence from the boards for the past two weeks. I put this poem on the board to get your attention. And I also put another one in another BB.
How are your grades?
TLG Seeker X P.H. |
| Murtiile | Tuesday, January 02, 2001 - 03:04 am
Sweetgirl
Poets like artists do not report stories that are accurate. They use their imaginations to reach out for truth. They do not have to see to believe, rather they imagine in order to see later.
No one has claimed that this poem is true, or is a revelation.
Our Quraan is full of scenes from the heareafter, in which pleasure and punishment is being administered.
Suurat QAAF describes a close narration to this poets insight
" And indeed the SAKRAT AL MOWT has arrived, this is what you intended to avoid.
" Every soul has arrived with a witness and a guide."
" You were not ready for this, so we uncovered you and your vision today is (as sharp) as iron"
These are but few of the many verses that help us visulaize secenes of death and the heareafter.
The moral of this poem is not accuracy, but rather a wake up call for those who are in danger. |
| TLG | Thursday, January 04, 2001 - 07:46 pm
Asalaamu alaikum all,
<I just came back after an absence from the boards for the past two weeks. I put this poem on the board to get your attention. And I also put another one in another BB.>
Ok, now you have my attention...lol. Does the poem have a special message for me?
<How are your grades?>
My grades! hmmm...do u really wanna know that?lol
I haven't received them all, but the only one that I received, was not particularly pleasing. May be because I was "fighting" with Madmac and Galool about women and Islaam as I was studing for that exam...lol
<TLG Seeker X P.H.>
lol...ayte, I feel you now.
salaam. |
| Idea | Thursday, January 18, 2001 - 08:58 am
You look at me and call me oppressed,
simply because of the way i'm dressed,
you know me not for what's inside
you judge the clothing i wear with pride
my body is not for your eyes to hold
you must speak to my mind, not my feminine mold
I am individual, I am no man's slave
It's Allah's pleasure that I only crave
I have a voice so I'll be heard
for in my heart I carry His word
O ye women,wrap close your cloak,
so you won't be bothered by ignirant folks
man doesn't tell me to dress this way
it's a LAW from God that I obey
oppressed is something I'm truly not
for liberation is what I've got
It was given to me many years ago
with the right to prosper, the right to grow
i can climb mountains or cross the seas
expand my mind in all degrees
for God Himself gave us LI*BER*TY
when He sent Islam....
---------------------> TO YOU & ME.
written by a muslim sister. |
| Ansaari | Thursday, January 18, 2001 - 12:49 pm
Object of Despair: by Fahim Firfiray (Abu Omar)
===================================
Emma is a lawyer
And so is Aisha too
Colleagues going into court
At circa half past two
Its 1 O'clock right now
They grab a bite before the trial
They chat about this and that
Conversing with a smile
Aisha is in full hijab
With a loose all over suit
Emma's in her business wear
With accessories taboot
Emma's really quite bemused
At Aisha's godly ways
She looks Aisha in the eyes
And very firmly says
You're a smart girl Aisha
Why do you wear that across your hair?
Subjugated by "man"-kind
An object of despair
Take it off my sister
Let your banner be unfurled
Don't blindly follow all around
DECLARE YOUR FREEDOM TO THE WORLD
Aisha is amazed
But not the least bit shy
She bravely puts her milk shake down
And gives Emma the reply
My dear sister Emma,
Why do you dress the way you do?
The skirt you're wearing round your waist,
Is it really you?
Now that we've sat down,
I see you tug it across your thighs,
Do you feel ashamed?
Aware of prying eyes?
I see the way you're sitting,
Both legs joined at the knees,
Who forces you to sit like that?
Do you feel at ease?
I'll tell you who obliges you,
To dress the way you do,
Gucci, Klein and St. Laurent,
All have designs on you!
In the main, its men my friend,
Who dictate the whims of fashion,
Generating all the garb,
To incite the basest passion
"Sex Sells" there is no doubt,
But who buys with such great haste,
The answer is the likes of you,
Because they want to be embraced......
They want to be accepted,
On a level playing field
Sure, with brain and intellect
But with body parts revealed
Intelligence and reason
Are useful by and by
But if you want to make a mark
Stay appealing to the eye
You claim your skirt is office like
A business dress of sorts
Would we not laugh at Tony Blair
If he turned up in shorts?
His could be the poshest pants
Pinstripe from Saville Rowe
But walking round like that my friend
He'd really have to go
Why do you douse yourself with creams
To make your skin so milky?
Why do rip off all your hair
To keep your body silky?
A simple shower's all you need
To stay respectable and clean
The time and money that you spend
Is really quite obscene
Why do you wake up at dawn,
To apply a firm foundation,
Topped with make up and the like,
In one chaotic combination?
And if you should have to leave the house
Devoid of this routine
Why do you feel so insecure
That you should not be seen?
Be free my sister Emma
Escape from your deep mire
Don hijab today my friend
And all Islam's attire
Avoid all those sickly stares
Or whistles from afar
Walk down the street with dignity
Take pride in who you are
Strength lies in anonymity
Be a shadow in the crowd
Until you speak and interact
When your voice will carry loud
You're a smart girl Emma
Wear this across your hair
Don't be subjugated by "man"-kind
An object of despair
To use your very words my friend
Let your banner be unfurled
Don't blindly follow all around
DECLARE YOUR FREEDOM TO THE WORLD
By Fahim Firfiray, Al Khobar, Saudi Arabia, 10 Rajab 1420
Please Circulate as Widely as possible for the Sake of Allah
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Ansaari  |
| babilon | Monday, January 22, 2001 - 12:39 pm
Woow folks good page,
Here is quick one I am making as I type,
As I type their is adultery, homocide commited, drugs consumed, gossip exchanged, casino claims another victims hard earned dough, and where does that lead us to?? It leads us to our destiny, which when arrived all back door dealings cease.
They cease 'cause that's how this typing is conducted or for that matter every human or living creatures action. Every thing will come to a point when they have to cease, so why dwell in something that u will not last, the adultery the gossib, the killing, drugs(qaad ama jaad) the gambling all these will cease and one of these days the one who allows u to breath will make it cease and ask u of ur deeds and conducts just as a parent asks his offsprings how they did in school today.
This message has ceased...... |
| its_all_good | Thursday, February 15, 2001 - 04:51 pm
Hey Ansaari.
did u write that poem from ur head??
yes/no?
ok.
bye |
| Anonymous | Thursday, February 15, 2001 - 07:54 pm
Allahu Akbar.
We need more love and less hate |
