sajid
24-06-02, 02:15 PM
My Fingers
As usual it was raining outside.
The blessed water from Allah, falling far and wide.
I spent time in my room on my computer.
As usual I emailed my sister.
Suddenly there's pain in my fingers....YIKES!
The pain won't stop, it just contunues and strikes!
I looked at my fingers, what did I see?
Worms crawling, eating, biting, looking squirmy.
Tearing away at the flesh I adore,
now my fingers are pretty no more.
"Oh no!" I quickly jump from my seat.
The worms take my fingers as food to eat.
I shook my arms but the worms, determined to stay,
bit and tore my flesh away.
"Allah, what did I do wrong?
Whay are these worms so strong?"
Then an inner voice said to me:
"Oh Muslim, this is your tragedy.
You wasted your fingers on deeds sinfully.
Was it not you who sent the fake email?
You spread false rumors and told tall tales.
Your fingers typed in insults toward our Muslim scholars.
You hurt their feelings and even harrassed the others!
You designed a webpage to insult Islam.
Your Fitnah are worse than drinking rum.
You flirted with the opposite sex on cyberspace.
You even used seductive words and dirty phrase.
Instead of having meaningful discussions,
you came all prepared for sensations.
Have you forgotten when you die?
You fingers will bear account and cannot lie.
Your mouth will be shut and the fingers will reveal e
everything you typed on the keyboard to kill.
Your fingers keep no secret and speak for all to know.
Repent now! Stop typing insults for show!"
I said, "I promise! I promise! I'll stop it!"
Then the rain stopped, the room was lit.
My ears drummed wildly, my thoughts full of fear.
When i looked at my fingers, the worms dissappear.
As usual it was raining outside.
The blessed water from Allah, falling far and wide.
I spent time in my room on my computer.
As usual I emailed my sister.
Suddenly there's pain in my fingers....YIKES!
The pain won't stop, it just contunues and strikes!
I looked at my fingers, what did I see?
Worms crawling, eating, biting, looking squirmy.
Tearing away at the flesh I adore,
now my fingers are pretty no more.
"Oh no!" I quickly jump from my seat.
The worms take my fingers as food to eat.
I shook my arms but the worms, determined to stay,
bit and tore my flesh away.
"Allah, what did I do wrong?
Whay are these worms so strong?"
Then an inner voice said to me:
"Oh Muslim, this is your tragedy.
You wasted your fingers on deeds sinfully.
Was it not you who sent the fake email?
You spread false rumors and told tall tales.
Your fingers typed in insults toward our Muslim scholars.
You hurt their feelings and even harrassed the others!
You designed a webpage to insult Islam.
Your Fitnah are worse than drinking rum.
You flirted with the opposite sex on cyberspace.
You even used seductive words and dirty phrase.
Instead of having meaningful discussions,
you came all prepared for sensations.
Have you forgotten when you die?
You fingers will bear account and cannot lie.
Your mouth will be shut and the fingers will reveal e
everything you typed on the keyboard to kill.
Your fingers keep no secret and speak for all to know.
Repent now! Stop typing insults for show!"
I said, "I promise! I promise! I'll stop it!"
Then the rain stopped, the room was lit.
My ears drummed wildly, my thoughts full of fear.
When i looked at my fingers, the worms dissappear.