The Moment Of Death Had Arrived It was 4am in the morning when the moment of death had arrived. What is this? The man in a state of shock cried. The man started to tremble suddenly shaken, To his sleeping wife he cried out don’t let my soul be taken. I want to live; I am not yet ready to leave, My family is dependent on me, can there be no reprieve? With the order of Allah there is no delay, Prepare yourself for the grave there is nothing to say. Why do you fear to die by the Will of Allah? Come; be content to return to your Lord Allah. I am ashamed that I never had the time to remember my Lord, Forgetting this moment, I preferred piling riches into a hoard. The orders of Allah, I did not obey, Five times a day I never did pray. Every year, Ramadan came and Ramadan went, I never had the time or the will to repent. The Hajj on me had become an obligation, But spending of my money was too much of a tribulation. I ignored giving Zakat and charity taken from my possessions, But loved giving and taking forbidden interest it was an obsession. I forgot all my religious duties and obligations, Being fearful of my company’s managers, bosses and administration. Of my Faith I felt a hidden shame, At all times fearful of the disbelievers blame. The distress of the Muslims always bored me a lot, Instead the artifices of this world were all that I sought. I imitated the disbelievers in all of their actions, Drinking wine and champagne was just one of my distractions, Not to mention the women, those were always an attraction. O woe on to me I was really astray, Can there not be even a little delay?
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 08:12:54 +0000
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