     Edil | Sunday, February 25, 2001 - 01:42 am
It was early in the morning at four.
When death knocked upon a bedroom door
"Who is there?" the sleeping one cried.
"I'm Israel, let me inside."
At once, the man began to shiver,
As one sweeting 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 depend, give me a chance,
O please prepense!"
The Angel knocked again & again,
"Friend! I'll take your life without pain,
It is your soul Allah require,
I came not with my own desire."
Bewildered, the man began to cry,
"O Angel, I'm so afraid to die
I'll give you gold& 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 to 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 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 command's I never obeyed
Nor five times a day I ever prayed.
A Ramadan came and Ramadan went but
No time had I repent."
"The Hajj was already fard on me
But I would not part with my money.
All charities I did ignore taking usury more& 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 Quran I will obey,
I'll begin salat this very day.
My fast& 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, doughter, or 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, to score and more,
Never did you, your people adore.
Your parents, you did not obey,
Hungary beggars, you turned away."
"Your two ill-gotten, female offsprings,
In night-clubs, for livelihood they sing.
Instead of making more muslims,
You made your children non-muslims."
"You ignored the mu'athin's Athaan,
Nor did you read the holy Quran.
Breaking promises all your life,
Backbiting friend and causing strife."
"From hoarded goods, great profits,
You made, and your poor workers,
You underpaid.
Horses& cards were your Laisure,
Many 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."
"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'm sent."
The ending, however, is very sad,
Eventually the man became mad.
With a cry, he jumbed out of bed,
And suddenly, he fell down dead. |
| Basra | Sunday, February 25, 2001 - 10:31 am
Who is the author? give credit to the author.
Somalis never give credit, all they know is copy and paste. |
| Anonymous | Sunday, February 25, 2001 - 10:39 am
Whoever wrote did Great job.
edil if you did,good job bro,it is beautiful and awakening call.May Allah reward you and/or the author.
Basra,
it is not every somalis do cut and paste,some can write stuff like this,and we dont give credits to them but then it is others who messes thing up for the good ones.Typical somalis. |
| Edil | Sunday, February 25, 2001 - 10:48 am
Basra sis
This poem has been Emailed to me(the author, unknown)
It's the same things we hear about over and over, but someone decided to make a poem aut of it.
I thought it was important enough to share with the rest of ya.
Anony- Thanks, I am glad to hear that. By the way, I'm a sis.
Ma'salam |
| Honesita | Sunday, February 25, 2001 - 05:17 pm
Edil........that was soooo touchy sistah.....thanx a lot for sharin' it with us...
This is a great story that got emailed to me....its about Towbah and i'de luv to share it with u guys......after all....i'm only gaining ajar.....
A man came to Ibrahim ibn Adham, may Allah be pleased with him, and said, "Abu Ishaq, I am unable to control myself, everytime i repent i go back and commit the same sin. Please give me something to help me with it"
"If you accept five conditions," said Ibrahim, "and are able to put them into practice, your disobedience will not cause you any
problem."
"Just tell me what they are, Abu Ishaq!" the man said.
"The first is that when you want to disobey Allah you do not eat anything He provides."
"Then how will I get anything to eat? Everything on the earth is from Him!"
"So is it right to eat His provision and disobey Him at the same time?" replied Ibrahim.
"No, it is not. What is the second condition?" "When you want to disobey him, move off His land."
"That is even more difficult! Exclaimed the man. "In that case where will I live?"
"Is it right to eat his provision and live on His land and then to disobey Him?" asked Ibrahim. "No, it is not."
"What is the third condition?" "When you want to
disobey Him in spite of eating His provision and living on His land, find place where He will not see you and disobey Him there."
"What do you mean, Ibrahim? He knows everything that happens even in the most hidden places!" "So is it right to disobey Him when you eat His provision and live on His land and when you know that He can see everything you do?"
"It certainly is not!" the man replied.
"Tell me the fourth condition." "That when the Angel of Death arrives to take your soul, you say to him, 'Give me a reprieve so that I can repent and act righteously for Allah.'"
"But he won't listen to me!"
"Then if you cannot ward off death long enough to give yourself time to repent, and you know that
when it comes there will be no reprieve, how can you hope to be saved?"
"What is the fifth?" "That when the angels of the Fire come to you to take you to the Fire, you do not go with them."
"They will take me whether I like it or not!"
exclaimed the man. "So how can you hope to be saved?"
"Enough, enough, Ibrahim! I ask Allah's forgiveness and I turn to Him!"
The man's repentance was sincere and from that time on he was assiduous in his worship and avoided acts of disobedience until the day he died.
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I guess that is a disease most of suffer...
Salaamz |
| Edil | Sunday, February 25, 2001 - 06:45 pm
Honesistah
That was beautiful sis, do you mine if I copy it& share it with those I know?
I should tell you now before I forget,I love everything you write. You seem to be smart, honest, real, grounded, and I can go on wallahi but the main thing is that I admire you. Keep doing what you doing.
&May allah reward you for it.
Ma'salam |
| Honesita | Monday, February 26, 2001 - 07:40 am
Edil....allah sistah u made my day walaahi.....thanx a lot macaanto.....and of course u can go ahead and copy it......
Much luv 2 u 2 sis...
adios |
| Basra | Monday, February 26, 2001 - 11:15 am
loooooooool Edil sis That is not me.It's an imposter.Shame on you who ever you are. |
| Basra | Monday, February 26, 2001 - 11:24 am
Edil sis,
By the way i just finished reading the poem,i think its sort a riddle alternative sort of a poem.I enjoyed it tremndously,Thanx. |
| Edil | Monday, February 26, 2001 - 01:00 pm
Basra sis
It's O.K., I guess they fooled me to beilieve that was you.
On the contrary though,I am very glad to hear you liked the poem and if you have any favorite poems,feel free to share them. They don't have to be Islamic. Take care
Ma'salam |
