Bye Bye O Ramadan.....
Ramadan, month of blessings and Ibadah, has finally packed its bags and is ready to leave. I know We have all been very Good and Obedient. But Let Us focus on the real purpose of Ramadan. The real purpose of Ramadan is to purify our souls. Nowadays, we are just Muslims of Ramadan, The rest of the year we behave and act like we do not know Islam...O Mankind, Please Seek Guidance, DO NOT LIMIT YOURSELVES TO RAMADAN!
I stumbled upon the following poem and it was very very Inspiring, Inspired ME ,, hope It does good to you too .. <3
A beautiful poem- I'm Malkul Maut
I'm Malkul Maut
It was early in the morning at four,
When death knocked upon a bedroom door.
Who is there? The sleeping one cried.
I'm Malkul Maut, 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.
My parents and family on me depends,
Give me a chance, O please prepense!
The angel knocked again and again,
Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,
Tis your soul Allah requires,
I come not with my own desires..
Bewildered, the man began to cry,
O Angel I'm 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 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 you 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 be 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 morning till dusk, I made my wealth,
Not even caring for my own health.
Allah's command I never obeyed,
Nor five times a day I ever prayed.
Ramadan came and a Ramadan went,
But I had no time 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 Quran I will obey,
I'll begin my 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,
do understand your dreadful fears,
But it is now too late for your tears.
You lived in this world, two score and more,
Never did to you, your people adore.
Your parents, you did not obey,
Hungry beggars, you turned away.
Your two ill-gotten, female offspring,
In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.
Instead of making many more Muslims,
You made your children more non-Muslims?
You did ignore the Mua'dhin 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 for your poor workers, you always underpaid.
Horses and fancy cars were your leisure,
Moneymaking was only 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?
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 a 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 my Brother! Take moral from here,
You never know, your end may be near
Change your living and make amends
For heaven, on your deeds depends.
if this poem inspires you,
It can help someone too.
At least take some time, and do not ban
And send it to as many people as you can.
This poem may change many lives,
And Allah may have for you a great surprise
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