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My Lord"
Beginning The Day
Operation Death
This Sinful Existance!
If Only...
A Cry For Our Ummah
Side By Side
True Love
Love Allah (SWT)
I'm Too Busy!
The Muslim Woman "Unveiled"
Women Of The Veil
When You Look At Me
The Most Beautiful Girl
So Great, So True...
The Muslim Woman
Ramadan Mubarak


Why shed these tears of sorrow?
Why shed these tears of grief?
Ya nafsy how soon you forget,
After trials come sweet relief

Why turn you from Ar-Rahman?
Why yearn for a listening friend?
Ya nafsy, do you not remember,
On ALLAH, you must depend?

Read you not those stories,
of the trials in days gone by,
Of the Sahabi beloved by Allah,
Who for Allah's cause did strive?

Why loosen your hold upon him?
Why fling away, His outstretched Hand?
Ya nafsy, do you not remember,
Bilal's sabr on the blazing sand?

"Ahad! Ahad!" He cried,
While his flesh did drip and burn.
"Ahad! Ahad!" He cried,
To Allah alone he turned.

Forget you the firmness of Hamza,
As the gleaming swords did fall?
With Sabr he turned to Allah,
as the qureish did slice and maul.

Why drown in salty teardrops?
How can you dare compare your pain?
To that of Yasir and Summayah,
As the lay tortured on the scorching plain?

Forget you the charring of Khabbab,
As on burning coals he lay?
Ya nafsy how meager your suffering,
Wherefore do you lose your way?

Why befriend you not Al-Wali?
Why not in Salat to Him complain?
Like Job who only to Allah,
Turned in all his grief and pain?

Forget you those trials in this life,
Cleanse your heart and make it clean?
Ya nafsy, why all this sadness?
Do you not wish your heart to gleam?

Be patient in all your hardships,
Allah hears your cries of woe.
So trust Him and His hikma,
For He knows best and you don't know.

So tighten your hold upon him,
Lest He withdraw His outstretched Hand!
And remember the exmple of Bilal,
As he lay anchored on the blazing sand.

"Ahad! Ahad!" he cried,
While his flesh did drip and burn.
"Ahad! Ahad!" he cried,
To Allah alone he turned.


Beginning The Day

I got up one morning and rushed right into the day,
I had so much to accomplish that I didn't even pray.
Problems just tumbled about me and heavier came each task.
"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered. He answered,"You didn't ask."
I wanted to see joy and beauty, but the day toiled on gray and bleak,
I wondered why God didn't show me. He said,"But you didn't seek."
I tried to come into God's presence; I tried all my keys at the lock.
God gently but lovingly said,"You didn't knock."
I woke up early this morning and paused before entering the day,
I had so much to accomplish that I had to take time to pray.



In the lucidity of a solemn silence,
A light from Allah to save
Adam’s progeny from their own infraction
A visitor descends upon the cave

A powerful night for all to behold
An offer made to an ailing kind
Promising victory to those who aspire
While granting vision to the blind

Imagine! The very Speech of Allah
To engage the whispers of my soul
No more would I befriend despair
To die in His cause, my only goal

Giving news of an eternal bliss
For the sincere, indeed, quite soon
And warning all of the inevitable Day
La’allakum ta’qiloon

A Book that sailed on the crest of Time
Through the bloody sea of forgotten martyrs
Now sits comfortably on a dusty shelf
A deluded people, such a foolish barter

But the one whose heart celebrates His wisdom
Shall ascend through and to a new dimension
With tireless wings shall he fly the journey
Only to stop at his toungue’s recollection

And on the Day that is its own
His Book comes forth with all of splendour
To intercede for the best of servants
Divorcing the honest from the pretender

A man was asked about the cycles
By which his tounge scrolled through the chapters,
A different response for day and evening
Even within and aside from prayers

And then there was the pious woman
Who Ibn al-Mubarak through to marry
She swore not to speak a word of her own
The Qur’an, alone, her tounge did carry

Sill, where do you stand with Allah, the Sublime?
Preferring singers with their corrupted views
To Al-Hakeem’s very uttered words
Each letter by ten, so wisely choose

Illuminate your homes with everylasting light
As the angels gather throughout the place
Each of them listening with all due attention
As the Panasonic plays Sudais

And if it is that you are true
And that you love your Lord, so dear
Then why I ask, do you read His book
But just one month out of every year?

So for those of you who wish to speak
To Al-Haqq, Al-Kareem, yes Al-Wudud
Sever, then, yourself from all distraction
And appeal for His Presence in your sujud

And should you desire His personal address
The Lord of the Throne addressing you
Then wipe off the dust from His heavenly Book
And sit by yourself before fajr is due

-By Hisham Mahmoud

The Muslim Woman

The Muslim Woman is the stem
The Muslim Woman is a gem

Made from my rib,
Watch her, over our crib

I was lonely until you came
Without you how could it be the same?

You bore me in pain
But nursed me with pleasure

Hard work I owe you
Your respect beyond measure

Oh how the angels hovered
That blessed day that you covered

Keeping your charms a surprise
For the one with whom you make ties

A guard you proudly keep
From eyes that do more than peep

A duty that i would struggle to do
So God made it a blessing for you

Hiding such beautiful hairs
Hiding from excessive stares

In honored distingusihment, above those who dont care
Who feel no shame, in being so bare

Oh how I must strive to support you
Oh how could I ever abort you?

The line between us is fine
For your job is just as hard as mine

But together we make a team
Seeking the Siraatul-Mustaqeem (straight path)

Your submission to God, is my greatest attraction
Your understranding of his word, is my greatest satisfaction

Truly you are the backbone, yes, you are the stem
Truly Muslim Woman, you are a precious gem....

By: Aaron ‘Br.Haroon’ Sellars / poorharoon@hotmail.com

Ramadan Mubarak

Counting down the days to Eid
So I pray and fast and read
I go to the mosque and listen to Qur'an
All through the month of Ramadan

Ramadan's a blessed month
We give thanks and offer praise
We share with others and give sadaqa
For 29 or 30 days

Counting down the days to Eid
So I pray and fast and read
I go to the mosque and listen to Qur'an
All through the month of Ramadan

We wait for the crescent moon in the sky
To tell us when its time to fast
Then we wait again for the moon to come
To tell us which day is last

Counting down the days to Eid
So I pray and fast and read
I go to the mosque and listen to Qur'an
All through the month of Ramadan

When the last day is here
All the children shout with glee
We dress up nice and go to the prayer
Then after we get our eidie

Oh the days of Ramadan!
How I wish they were not gone
I can't wait for next year
To say that Ramadan is here!

By: Samantha Sanchez-Negm

So Great, So True...

When a feeling of sadness blankets your mind,
Seek protection in Allah's prayers and you shall find,
A path, an angel to guide you through,
Your day of uncertainity, A day so untrue.

When a person speaks of revenge and jealousy,
Cradle yourself in the pages of the Quran,
Recite the verses and you shall find,
A new light in which you precieve the world,
Your ears will find a tranquil place,
As you hear your voice praise Allah's names.

When you are a beginner and learning the faith,
At times you may grow dismal understanding lifes ways.
But be not confused, For you will learn
Allah does whats best in return.

When you experience success,
Dont forget who has given it to you.
Always remember Allah in whatever you do,
For praying to Allah in return,
Will grant you sucess in times to come.

When you feel betrayal from the world,
As though no one cares or loves you enough,
Dont cry, or drift away from Him.
He leaves His arms open,
As a mother to her kids.
And you shall return unto Him.

This life is a test from Allah, to see how well you shall do.
When your opposers are disbelievers of this faith, so great so true.
So dont give into the hardships you'll experience in time,
And dont give into the mistakes, which can conquer our minds...

This world is a difficult journey,
An obstacle to overcome,
Especially in the place we live in,
Not everyday is bright and fun.
Remember Allah in all that you do,
For He is the only one, so great, so true.


The Most Beautiful Girl

No, she's not Diana Hayden nor is she Sushmita Sen,
Not even Aishwarya Rai, Who is this girl then?

No, she does not flash her legs nor walk down the aisle semi-nude
For her such things are unthinkable, sacrilegious and downright rude

Miss World, Miss Universe, Miss "Anything", She does not aspire to be
She shuns all kinds of publicity in privacy she would rather be

Never in a swimming costume will she for a camera pose
Yes, she's the 'girl in hijaab' more beautiful than a rose!

Those who're 'stripped' of modesty will 'strip' for any cause
Whether on a lonely beach or in front of a full house

In their naked greed they dance In pursuit of earth's glory
Is there a thing more vulgar than a woman devoid of modesty?

In the name of freedom all moral values are now defined
Vulgarity, nudism, nakedness are steps to fame that wind

Those who are of rotten minds call it freedom of "female" species
Yet, they exploit them a-plenty, whenever and wherever they please.

But for their terrible transgressions maybe they are not fully to
blame, The Muslims forgot their duty and let them live in shame

Incumbent upon the Muslims it was to promote good and stop all vice
If they had done their duty such situations wouldn't arise

Back to our girl in hijaab much loved in Allah's sight
She is darling of all the angels Heaven beckons to her, by right

She's a simple Muslim Girl Yet more beautiful than a full moon
The brightness of her face is all "Noor" can there be a greater boon?

Modesty is her birth right without it, she'd feel lost
"Shamelessness" is a Devil's tool that she avoids at any cost

No, she does not commit sinful acts nor to base desires give vent
In studies, salah, zikr and tilawat much of her time is spent

In obedience of Allah's commands she does all the things wise
And the riches that she scorns befits a "Princess of Paradise"

Our beloved Prophet (PBUH) said modesty is a part of faith
For those who follow not we solemnly lay a wreath

No, she's not Diana Hayden nor she is Sushmita Sen
Nothing on earth would entice her Rupees, Dollars or Yen!


Women Of The Veil

Her long, thick, shiny black hair
Fell against her back.
Her rich, copper skin
Gleamed in the sunlight.
Her slender figure outlined,
With her soft voluptuous curves.
But when she stepped outside,
She became a ghostly figure of the night.
Nothing more to the people
Than a dark, shadowy figure of oppression.
But she showed them.
As she walked down the street,
People made way,
Men lowered their gazes in utmost respect.
And others whispered,
As she held her head up high,
With pride in her belief
And showed them how oppressed she really was!
While they whistled at their women,
Looking them up and down as they were pieces of meat to be inspected?
She pitied their savage ways.
As she walked into the arms of her partner,
Her only love,
Her husband.
Where she was transformed,
Into her beautiful self,
For only his eyes to see.

-Hena Farooq

The Muslim Woman "Unveiled"

You look at me and call me oppressed,
Simply because of the way I'm dressed,

You know me not for what's inside,
You judge the clothing I wear with pride,

My body's not for your eyes to hold,
You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mold,

I'm an individual, I'm no mans slave,
It's Allahs pleasure that I only crave,

I have a voice so I will be heard,
For in my heart I carry His word,

"O ye women, wrap close your cloak,
So you won't be bothered by ignorant folk",

Man doesn't tell me to dress this way,
It's a Law from God that I obey,

Oppressed is something I'm truly NOT,
For liberation is what I've got,

It was given to me many years ago,
With the right to prosper, the right to grow,

I can climb moutains or cross the seas,
Expand my mind in all degrees,

For God Himself gave us LIB-ER-TY,
When He sent Islam,
To You and Me!



Still I fail to medicate myself
Still I continue to devastate myself
By doing what I know to be a sin
Have I been given a guarantee that in the end
I will win?
Just because I’m still alive and have an easy living
Doesn’t mean that I’ve been forgiven.
Yes I’m still alive, but how can I expect to survive
Life in the displeasure of Allah!?
I say I “love Allah”, but does Allah love me?
Let’s see, just how real is this so-called
“Spirituality” that you profess to possess
But when you’re alone you digress and don’t confess!
Thought that you could fool ‘em with that beard
And that hijab
Not realizing that at your own heart you have
Taken the deepest stab.
Thought that you could fool them with that thaub
And veil over your face!
How dumb you must have looked in front of the One
Who’s knowledge, hearing and sight pentrate every place!
Why do you fel so secure that Allah is going to forgive you
Do you really feel secure as you drive home from
The scene of your crime?
How do you know the wrath and punishment of Allah
Isn’t waiting for you around the corner?
Don’t you know that the Angel of Death stikes without
A warner?!
How long do I think I have to make things right?
By Allah! If I knew the reality of my sins,
I couldn’t sleep at night!
Afraid of closing my eyes from fear
Of dying in my sleep!
Only to wake up in a grave so dark, lonely and deep!
-Who’s your Lord? my own desires...
-Who’s your Prophet? my own desires... -What’s your religion? following my own desires...
-Well welcome to the Fire! -Welcome to tthe fire!!
What an awful place to retire!

By: Aaron ‘Br.Haroon’ Sellars / poorharoon@hotmail.com

I'm Too Busy!

Everyday as I wake up at dawn
My mind start working the moment I yawn
There were many things to do, O dear!
That's why I hastily did my Subuh prayer
I didn't have the time to sit longer to praise the Lord
To me rushing out after prayer is nothing odd...
Since school, I had been busy every minute
Completing my tutorials and handing it in
My ECAs took up most of my time always
No time did I have to Allah to pray
Too many things to do and zikr is rare
For Allah, I really had no time to spare...

When I grew up and started my career
Working all day to secure my future
When I reached home, I prefered to have fun
I chatted on the phone but I didn't read the Quran
I spent too much time surfing the Internet
Sad to say, my faith was falling flat...

The only time I have left is weekends
During which I prefer window shopping with friends
I couldn't spare time to go to the mosque
I'm too busy, that's the BIG EXCUSE...

I did my five prayers but did so quickly
After prayer, I didn't sit longer to reflect quietly
I didn't have time to help the needy ones
I was loaded with work as my precious time runs

No time at all to visit a sick Muslim friend
To orphans and elderly, I hardly lent a hand
I'm too busy to do community service
When there were gatherings, I helped the least

My life was already full of stress
So I didn't counsel a Muslim in distress
I didn't spend much time with my family
Because I thought, doing so is a waste of time...

No time to share with non-Muslim about Islam
Even though I know, inviting causes no harm
No time to do Sunnah prayers at all
All these contribute to my imaan's fall...

I'm busy here and busy there
I've no time at all, that's all I care
I went for religious lessons, just once in awhile
'Cause i'm too busy making a pile...

I worked all day and I slept all night
Too tired for Tahajjud and it seemed not right
To me, earning a living was already tough
So I only did basic deeds but that's not enough...

No time at all, to admire God's creation
No time to praise Allah and seek His Compassion
Although I know how short is my life
For Islam, I really didn't strive...

Finally the day comes, when the Lord calls for me
And I stood before Him with my Life's History

I feel so guilty because I should have prayed more
Isn't that what a Muslim lives for?
To thank Allah and do more good deeds
And the Quran is for us all to read...

Now at Judgement Day, I'm starting to fret
I've wasted my life but it's too late to regret
My entry to Paradise depend on my good behaviour
But i've not done enough nor did proper prayer

My "good deed book" is given from my right
An angel opened my "book" and read out my plight.
Then the angel chided me...

"O You Muslim servant, you are the one,
Who is given enough time, yet not much is done
Do you know that your faith is loose?
Saying "no time" is only an excuse.
Your "good deed book" should be filled up more
With all the good work you stood up for...

Hence, I only recorded those little good deeds
As I say this, I know your eyes will mist...
I was about to write some more, you see
But I did not have, THE TIME to list"...


Love Allah (SWT)

Thy love has infatuated me;
O my Allah, I love Thee!
Thy love is so sweet, really;
O my Allah, I love Thee!

Neither wealth pleaseth me,
Nor do I worry about poverty.
Thy love, alone, makes me happy;
O my Allah, I love Thee!

Thou hast commanded us to pray,
And advised to keep in the right way;
Thine blessings to enjoy in endless way.
O my Allah, I love Thee!

The nafs¹ I have is so treacherous;
Poor me, with this being so lecherous!
I've found the real delight, so gorgeous:
O my Allah, I love Thee!

Doing the prayers properly,
And also earning the worldly,
Is what I do daily and nightly.
O my Allah, I love Thee!

Love is not only words, O Hilmi!
Thy Allah commandeth drudgery;
Let your manners testify to thee!
O my Allah, I love Thee!

Islam's enemies are so many,
Attacking the religion insidiously;
How could one ever sit idly!
O my Allah, I love Thee!

A lover simply will not sit lazily,
Lest his darling should be hurt slightly.
Silence the enemy, and then say honestly:
O my Allah, I love Thee!

¹ Nafs is a malignant force in human nature. It is recalcitrant, stupid, and evil. It always urges man to behave against the commandments of Allahu ta'ala. It is the only creature whose all wishes are against itself.


True Love

True love for our Prophet is what men's hearts require,
And to reach that great station is our sincere desire.
But this gift of true love is a gift from Allah,
And it is He who bestows on hearts which are pure.
What is the source of this true love? - Allah Ar-Rahmaan Ar-Raheem.
What is the fountain of His mercy? - it is Nabi al-Karim.
Nabi al-Karim al Mustafa, most beloved of Allah,
True light for true believers, Noor-um-min noorillah.
Now the truest of his lovers still shine before us like the stars;
They show their love by their obedience - for them the Sunnah is the fardh.
So we remember those great people, who spread Islam near and far,
The members of his blessed family and all the brilliant Sahaaba.
They came from tribes of the mighty, they came from families of the meek,
And the best of all those lovers was Abu Bakr As-Siddique.
Siddique because he truly trusted each word and deed of Rasoolallah,
And he gave all his wealth and actions fi-sabeelillah,
Only Allah knows the pure heart that is ready for the truth,
And he turns enemies into lovers - the best of whom was Umar al-Farooq.
These men were wise, they were gentle, their goodness there for all to see,
And among all those Noori faces shone out great Uthman al-Ghani.
True and just to peaceful people, they were fierce with the kuffaar,
And none showed this contrast better than great Ali al-Murtaza.
The members of that blessed family we still treat most respectfully,
And pray that they be given blessings like those of Nabi Ibraheem.
The descendants of the great Sahaaba, they still light up the Ummah,
And who are those true inheritors - the great Mashaa'ikh, the Awliyaa',
For though we may be veiled from Allah, might seem far from his Nabi,
Yet we can move in this direction by seeking out the true Wali.
Nearness to Allah ta'ala means nearness to Rasoolallah,
And one who would attain his nearness, needs nearness to his true lover.
The one sure way to warm a cold heart is connection to the Awliyaa,
For by one smile the friend of Allah gives out the warmth of his fana.
True love for our Prophet is what men's hearts require,
And to reach that great station is our sincere desire.
But this gift of true love is a gift from Allah,
And it is He who bestows on hearts which are pure.
What is the source of this true love? - Allah Ar-Rahmaan Ar-Raheem.
What is the fountain of His mercy? - it is Nabi al-Karim.
Nabi al-Karim al Mustafa, most beloved of Allah,
True light for true believers, Noor-um-min noorillah.


Side By Side

They lie on the table side by side The Holy Quran and the T.V. Guide.
One is well worn and cherished with pride.
Not the Quran, but the T.V. Guide.
One is used daily to help folks decide.
No, not the Quran, but the T.V. Guide.
As the pages are turned, what shall they see.
Oh, what does it matter, turn on the T.V.
So they open the book in which they confide.
No, not the Quran, but the T.V. Guide.
The Word of Allah is seldom read.
Maybe a verse before they fall into bed.
Exhausted and sleepy and tired as can be.
Not from reading the Quran, from watching T.V.
So then back to the table side by side, Lie the Holy Quran and the T.V. Guide.
No time for prayer, no time for the Word, The plan of Istiqama is seldom heard.
But forgiveness of sin, so full and free, Is found in the Quran, not on T.V.


A Cry For Our Ummah

Here's to a brother, once one of us
He kept to the faith, good and pious

But where is he now? Oh Allah, I beseech
He's out Friday Night doing drugs on the streets

Did you see it coming, did any of you know?
If you did, did you help him those few years ago?

Now his life is meaningless and bleak
Once a strong brother, now he is weak

Here's to our sister, once righteous and pure
She prayed and she fasted, her Deen was for sure

Now, at eighteen, she's no longer chaste
Her innocent spirit, all gone to waste

God gave us all eyes for us to see
Yet we each still claim "it will never be me"

And these two from our Ummah once claimed that too
SO...My Sisters, My Brothers, IT COULD ALWAYS BE YOU!


If Only...

Of course mom and dad didn’t believe me
But little Fatima called and said she needs to
See me
She said she’s pregnant by some boy in school
Who told her that he loved her and she
Believe him like a fool
So they committed a sin not realizing the weight
That it carried
All because he promised her that one day they
Would be married!
“So until then, why don’t we get to know each other
a little deeper”
And you were wondering why Fatima all of a sudden
Had a beeper!
Now he’s calling her from his cellular phone
And they’re plottin’ and plannin’ to be all alone!
They thought it was perfect when his parents
Left for hajj
Leaving Ahmed with plenty of money and keys to
The Mercedes in the garage
Alone at last, now they just can’t wait!
They feel a little nervous but their
Desire instigates!
Pretending that Allah doesn’t exist for just
A minute!
Mom and Dads worst nightmare! Now they’re in it!
Shaytan made them feel clean about something so filthy!
But now that it’s all done, they feel sooo guilty!
What was supposed to be so sacred and beautiful
Is now just a bloody stain!
Now they weep over the loss of that which
They cannot regain!
Drowning in an ocean of guilt beyond measure!
All from the unlawful pursuit of a lawful pleasure!
A pain that remains even when the
Tears have dried!
If only their parents had let them
Get married when they tried!

By: Aaron ‘Br.Haroon’ Sellars / poorharoon@hotmail.com

This Sinful Existence!

-This sinful existence!
I pray to outlive this!
-Oh Allah please forgive me,
with the greatest of forgiveness!
-Oh Allah distance me from my sins,
not from Your Grace!
-Knowing You encompass all things,
but not seeing Your Face,
-Your Names and Attributes,
beyond enumeration,
-Not finding the inpiration for prostrattion,
the greatest condemnation!
-I feel evil and insane,
without the realization of Your Domain,
-Infiltrating my blood,
pumping through my veins!
-Free my tongue from its fears,
numbed over the years,
-Like a cry that has
no tears,
-A fog that
never clears.
-Oh Allah, be my Master!
and save me from this disaster!
-Of wanting You, but not deserving You!!
of believing in You, but not serving You!!

By: Aaron ‘Br.Haroon’ Sellars / poorharoon@hotmail.com

Operation Death

This is the tale of an Average Man,
Who acts contrary to Allah's plan.
If you are reflected herein,
Then repent, and commit no sin.

'Twas early in the morning at four.
When death knocked upon a bedroom door.
"Who is there?" the sleeping one cried.
"I'm Izrael, 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 family on me, depend,
Give me a chance, O please, I'll repent!"

The Angel knocked again and again,
"Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,
'Tis your soul that Allah require,
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.
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, and 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 morn till dusk, I made my wealth,
Not even caring for my health."

"Allah's commands I never obeyed
Nor five times a day I ever prayed.
A Ramadan came and a Ramadan 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 Quran I will obey,
I'll begin Salah, 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 can not 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 or more,
Never did you, your people adore.
Your parents, you did not obey,
Hungry beggars, you turned away."

"Your two ill-gotten, female offspring's,
In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.
Instead of making more Muslims,
You have made your children non Muslims."

"You ignored the Muezzin'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,
With the very sick, you never sat.
A pint of blood you never gave,
Which could a little baby be 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's no time to repent,
I'll take your soul, for which I'm 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 a moral from here,
Never know your end may be near.
Change your living and make amends,
For Heaven, on your deeds depends!

-G.H.E. Vanker

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