Muslims. O Readers!! take a moral from this poem, Because you never know when it's your time to go. OPERATION DEATH ’Twas early in the morning at four. When
death knocked upon a bedroom door.
At once, the man
began to shiver, as one sweating in deadly fever,
”Please go away, O Angel of
Death! Leave me alone, I’m not ready yet.
The Angel knocked again and again, ”Friend!
I’ll take your life without a pain,
Bewildered, the
man began to cry, ”O Angel! I’m so afraid to die
”Let me in, O Friend!” the Angel said,
”Open the door, get up from your bed.
The man held a gun in
his right hand, ready to defy the Angel’s stand,
By now, the Angel was in the room, Saying,
“O Friend! prepare for your doom.
”Why are you afraid!
Tell me O man, to die according to Allah’s plan?
From morn till dusk I made
my wealth, not even caring for my health.”
”The Haj was already fard on me But I would
not part with my money. All
”Sometimes I sipped my favorite wine
with flirting women I sat to dine. O
”The Laws of Qur’an I will obey,
I’ll begin Salat this very day. My Fast
”I will refrain from usury,
and give all my wealth to charity, wine and
”We Angels do what Allah demands,
we cannot go against His commands
”You lived in this world, two score and
more, Never did you, your people
”Your two ill-gotten,
female offsprings, in night-clubs, for livelihood
”You ignored the Mu’athin’s
Athaan, nor did you read the Holy Qur’an.
”From hoarded goods, great profits you
made, and your poor workers, you
”You ate vitamins and grew more fat,
with the very sick, you never sat. A
”O human, you have done enough wrong,
you bought good properties for a
”Paradise for you? I
cannot tell, undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.
The ending, however,
is very sad. Eventually the man became mad.
O Reader! take a moral from here,
you never know, your end may be near.
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