Too late for tears..
Death knocked on
a bedroom door.
“Who is there?”
the sleeping one cried.
“I’m Angel Izrael, let me inside.”
At once, the man began to shiver
as one sweating in deadly fever.
He shouted to his wife,
“Don’t let the Angel take my life.”
“O Angel of Death, I’m not ready yet.
My family, on my depend,
give me a chance
to go back and mend.”
The Angel knocked again.
It’s your soul that I require
I come not with my own desire
Bewildered, the man began to cry:
“O Angel, I’m so afraid to die.”
“Let me remain here as your slave
don’t send me to the grave.”
“Let me in, O men,” the Angel said.
“Open the door,
get up from your bed,
you can’t stop me from coming in,
Angels can go through objects,
thick and thin.
The man held 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 man, 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?”
“O Angel, I bow my head in shame,
I had no time to remember Allah’s name.
From dawn till dusk, I made
not even caring for my spiritual health.
Allah’s commands I never obeyed,
nor five times a day I ever prayed.
Ramadhan came and a Ramadhan went,
But no time had I to repent.
The Haji was already obligatory upon me,
but I would not part with my money.
All charities I did ignore,
taking usury more and more.
Sometimes I sipped my favourite 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 The Qur’an, I will obey,
I’ll begin Solat-this every day.
My Fast and Haji I will complete,
and keep away from self-conceit.
I will refrain from usury.
And give all my wealth to charity.
Wine and unlawful women,
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 and son.
I’m afraid, this moment in 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,
Too score or more,
Your parents you did not obey,
hungry beggars, you turned away.
Your two ill-mannered, female offspring,
In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.
Instead of making more Muslims,
You made your children non-Muslims.
You ignored the Adhan (call to prayer)
Nor did you recite 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-
Horses and cards were your leisure,
Money-making was pleasure.
You ate and ate
And grew more fat,
With the very sick, you never sat.
A little donation, you never gave.
That could a little baby save.
You’re clever and strong,
But O man,
You’ve done enough wrong.
Paradise for you?? I cannot tell,
The disbeliever will
Dwell in hell.
There is no time for you to repent.
I’ll take your soul for which I am sent.”
Adapted by Dr Y Mansoor Marican,
Ph.D from “Operation Death” by