a poem ab8 death...

It was early in the
morning at four,
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> > When death knocked upon a bedroom
door,
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> > Who is there? The sleeping one cried.
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> > I'm Malkul Mawt, let me inside.
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At once, the man began to shiver,
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> > As one sweating in
deadly fever,
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> > He shouted to his sleeping wife,

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> > Don't let him take away my life.
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> > Please go away, O Angel of Death!
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Leave me alone; I'm not ready yet.
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> > My family on me
depends,
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> > Give me a chance, O please prepense!

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> > The angel knocked again and again,
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> > Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,
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> Tis your soul Allah requires,
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> > I come not with
my own desire.
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> > Bewildered, the man began to cry,

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> > O Angel I'm so afraid to die,
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> I'll give you gold and be your slave,
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> > Don't
send me to the unlit grave.
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> > Let me in, O Friend! The
Angel said,
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> > Open the door; get up from your bed,

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> > If you do not allow me in,
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> I will walk through it, like a Jinn.
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> > The man
held a gun in his right hand,
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> > Ready to defy the
Angel's stand.
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> > I'll point my gun, towards your head,

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> > You dare come in; I'll shoot you dead.
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> > By now the Angel was in the room,
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Saying, O Friend! Prepare for you doom.
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> > Foolish man,
Angels never die,
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> > Put down your gun and do not sigh.

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> > Why are you afraid! Tell me O man,
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> > To die according to Allah's plan?
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> > Come
smile at me, do not be grim,
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> > Be Happy to return to
Him.
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> > O Angel! I bow my head in shame,
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> > I had no time to take Allah's Name.
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From morning till dusk, I made my wealth,
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> > Not even
caring for my health.
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> > Allah's command I never
obeyed,
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> > Nor five times a day I ever prayed.
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> > A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went,
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> But no time had I to repent.
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> > The Hajj was
already FARD on me,
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> > But I would not part with my
money.
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> > All charities I did ignore,
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> > Taking usury more and more.
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> > Sometimes
I sipped my favorite wine,
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> > With flirting women I sat
to dine.
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> > O Angel! I appeal to you,
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> > Spare my life for a year or two.
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> > The
Laws of Quran I will obey,
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> > I'll begin SALAT this
very day.
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> > My Fast and Hajj, I will complete,

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> > And keep away from self-conceit.
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> > I will refrain from usury,
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> > And give
all my wealth to charity,
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> > Wine and wenches I will
detest,
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> > Allah's oneness I will attest.
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> > We Angels do what Allah demands,
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> > We
cannot go against His commands.
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> > Death is ordained
for everyone,
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> > Father, mother, daughter or son.

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> > I'm afraid this moment is your last,
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> > Now be reminded, of your past,
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> > I do
understand your fears,
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> > But it is now too late for
tears.
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> > You lived in this world, two score and more,

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> > Never did you, your people adore.
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> > Your parents, you did not obey,
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> > Hungry
beggars, you turned away.
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> > Your two ill-gotten,
female offspring,
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> > In nightclubs, for livelihood they
sing.
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> > Instead of making more Muslims,
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> > You made your children non-Muslims.
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You ignored the Mua'dhin Adhaan,
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> > Nor did you read
the Holy Quran.
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> > Breaking promises all your life,

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> > Backbiting friends, and causing strife.
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> > From hoarded goods, great profits you made,
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> > And your poor workers, you underpaid.
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Horses and cards were your leisure,
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> > Moneymaking was
your pleasure.
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> > You ate vitamins and grew more fat,

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> > With the very sick, you never sat.
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> > A pint of blood you never gave,
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> > Which
could a little baby save?
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> > O Human, you have done
enough wrong,
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> > You bought good properties for a song.

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> > When the farmers appealed to you,
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> > You did not have mercy, tis true.
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Paradise for you? I cannot tell,
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> > Undoubtedly you
will dwell in hell.
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> > There is no time for you to
repent,
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> > I'll take your soul for which I am sent.

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> > The ending however, is very sad,
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> > Eventually the man became mad
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> > With a
cry, he jumped out of bed,
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> > And suddenly, he fell
down dead.
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> > O Reader! Take moral from here,
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> > You never know, your end may be near
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> Change your living and make amends
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> > For heaven,
on your deeds depends.
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> > If this poem inspires you,

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> > It can help someone too.

Hm thats good work