Last Hour

[PeaceCharity]

LAST HOUR



When shall the time begin
When there's nothing left but sin
When the universe comes to a swoon
And the Beast speaks to man, come noon

When shall the time begin
When one ransoms kith and kin
When Allah's Messenger will descend
And when mountains crumble down as sand

When shall the time begin
When man seems drunk, as if boozed with gin
When Beings crawl out to run
And when from west rises the sun

When shall the time begin
When smoke blends with wind
When the fetus from the womb leaps out
And when the angel does siren aloud

Alas, the time has not begun
Now..... what pious deeds got done

[PeaceCharity]

Originally posted by ibn ul ibn aadam
Alhamdulillah, the poem is very good. Could go on, with no loss of fluidity and entertainment, for a bit longer if you wanted to extend it. Message is clear too. Well done.

1 thing though:

'when Allaah's messenger will descend'

Erm, not strictly true, since he will not come as a messenger.

that is if you're referring to Esa Bin Maryam(as). If not, care to explain?

True, he will not come as a messenger, but I think they wrote it this way because he WAS Allah's Messenger. -Allahu Alim. :o I didn't write it, I received it by email... I couldn't write anything even close to this!

[jamila]

May ALLAH give me the strength to prepare for the death – Aameen

Received by e-mail

It was early in the morning at four
When death knocked upon a bedroom door.

Who is there? The sleeping one cried.
I'm The Angel of Death, let me inside.

At once, the man began to shiver
As one sweating 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.
On me, my family depends
Give me a chance, O please prepense!

The angel knocked again, and again!
I'll take your life, friend! without a pain
'Tis your soul Allah requires
I come not with my own desire

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
O foolish man, Angels don't 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! Said he
I bow my head in shame
I had no time to take Allah's Name
From morning till dusk, I made my wealth
Not even caring for my health
Allah's command 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 fard on 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 Qur'an, I will obey
I'll begin Salat 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 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, daughter 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, two score and more
Never did you, your people adore
Your parents, you did not obey
Hungry beggars, you turned away
Your two ill-gotten, female offspring
In night-clubs, for livelihood they sing
Instead of making more Muslims
You made your children non-Muslims
You ignored the Mua'dhin's Adhaan
Nor did you read the Holy Qur'an

Breaking promises all your 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
But 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, 'tis 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 moral from here
You never know, your end may be near
Change your living and make amends
Or heaven, on your deeds depends

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