بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم والصلاة والسلام على رسول الله.
The clock struck four..
There was a knock on the door..
As I lay in my sleep..
So peacefully deep..
Who could it be..
As I thought to me..
There's a sound of steps, coming close..
Forget it I thought,while into my sleep I dose..
Not long did that last..
As a pain in my left came rushing fast..
My chest I held tight..
With all my might...
As I opened my eyes to see my end..
I began to strangely bend..
Trying to rid my increasing pain..
But relief is what I fail to gain..
I saw what is indescribable. .
My feelings were those un feel able. .
"Please just another day..
I beg you to increase my stay". .
I shouted like a child insane..
Oh god from life what did I gain..
I was told of this again and again..
Why did I not listen to Zain? ..
He told me every single day..
To prepare and begin to pray..
But shaytan is whom I really obeyed..
What will I answer when the scales are weighed. .
I ran after the worldly success..
Such a short deadline, did I ever guess...
I thought I'll do all praying later in life..
After I settled with a family and a wife..
After the children grew and married off..
No sooner did I begin to cough. .
I had the health to do the good..
But it was too late till I understood. .
That we plan to be all practising. ..
When we are no longer capable of sinning..
When we grow all usless and old..
When we decide to stop chasing the gold..
Muslim seems to be just the lable..
Managing just 5 prayers are we really able..
Understanding the religion, let alone..
We can't even avoid an interest loan..
Just for the wordly pleasure. .
What we lose out on is out of measure. .
Never did I stop my younger sisters. .
As they unknowingly pleased the misters. .
Never did they cover thier hair..
And jeans so tight like legs just bare..
Then they began to follow the fashion..
Of the so called hijabi's with passion. .
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