2 LATE 4 TEARS

Death knocked on a bedroom door.
"Who is there?' the sleeping one cried.
"I'm Angel 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 the Angel take my life."

"O Angel of Death, I am not ready yet
My family, on me depend
Give me a chance to go back and mend."

The Angel Knocked again.

"O Man, it's your soul that I require
I come not with my own desire"
Bewildered, the man began to cry
"O Angel, I'm so afraid to die."

"Let me remain here as your slave,
Don't send me to the grave."

"Let me in, O Man" the Angel said.

"Open the door, get up from your bed,
You can't stop me from coming in
Angels can go through objects thick and thin."

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 shot you dead."

By now, the Angel was in the room
Saying " O Man, 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?"

"O Angel, I bow my head in shame
I Had no time to remember Allah's name
From dawn till 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 Ramadhan came and a Ramadhan 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 usually 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 The Quran, i will obey
I'll begin Shalat - this very day
My fast and hajj I will complete
And keep away from self-conceit.

I will refrain from usury
And give my wealth to charities
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 live in this world
Two score or more

Your parents you did not obey
Hungry beggars, you turned away

Your two ill-mannered, female offsprings
In nightclubs for livelihood they sing
Instead of making more Muslim
You made your children non-Muslim

You ignored the Adhan (Call to Prayer)
Nor did you recite the Holy Quran
Breaking promises all your life
Backbiting friends and causing strife.

From hoarded goods, great profit you made
And your poor workers, you underpaid
Horses and cards were your leisure
Money-making was your pleasure

You ate and ate, and grew more fat
With the very sick, you never sat
A little donation, you never gave
That could a little baby save

You thought you're clever and strong
But O Man, You've done enough wrong.

Paradise for you? I cannot tell
The disbeliever will dwell in hell
There is no time for you to repent
I'' take your soul for which I am sent."

Adopted by Dr Y Mansoor Marican, Ph.D from "Operation Death" by G.H.E. Vanker
www.islamalways.com)