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 me depend, give me a chance to go back and mend."

The Angel knocked again.

"O man, 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 man", 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 agun 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 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 my wealth, not even caring for my spiritual 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 obligatory upon me, but I would not part with my money.

All charities I did ignore, taking usury more anda 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 Salat - 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 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 is your last, now be reminded of your past.
I do understand your fears but it is now too late for fears.

You lived in this world, two score or more,
Your parents you did not obey,
hungry beggars, you turned away.

Your two ill-mannered, female offspring,
in nightclubs, for liveihood 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-you underpaid.

Horses and cards were your leisure,
money-making was you 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 thought you're clever and strong,
but O man, you're done enough wrong.

Paradise for you? I cannot tell,
the disbeliever will dwell in hell.

There is no time for you repent,
I'll take your soul for which I am sent."

Sumber Gambar: Kubur

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p/s: Malam tadi sahabat baik saya (classmate diploma dan degree) telah menerima khabar duka. Syazrahanim @ Aneng telah kehilangan ibunya yang kembali ke pangkuan penciptaNya. Dia telah telefon saya pada jam 12 malam. Namun saya tidak sedar panggilannya. Pada jam 2 pagi saya tersedar dari tidur. Di telefon saya ada mesej ringkas daripadanya. Terus saya telefon sahabat yang sedang berduka. Apabila saya hidupkan lampu, di tepi bantal ada flyer merah bertajuk " Too late for tears". Marilah kita semua sedekahkan Al Fatihah kepada Allahyarham Bonda beliau. Buat Aneng, salam takziah daripadaku.