You can’t speak, cry or moan.
You can’t articulate your feelings or change your tone,
Forget your worldly abode, which was just a transient home.
And yes, it’s too late to payback any loan.
You just aimed to have a good education, enjoy your life,
And to eventually be a wife.
Then you became a mother, a granny and then reality hit you about this life,
When you fell ill on your death bed,
And then your funeral player was led.
Indeed, your grave is an empty shell,
Either filled with the delights of Paradise or the flames of hell.
Did you lose out in this world, when indeed you did sell,
Yourself to satan, who hates you and works to achieve and do well.
Or did you follow the way of the pious and become the one to warn and tell,
The others of Allah’s wrath and Jahannam’s hell?
Wake up and realize before the mud fills your mouth and ears,
Then you will be alone and you won’t be able to shed any tears.
The reckoning will begin,
And those living in sin,
Surely won’t win.
For Allah created man and Jinn,
To worship him alone.
So atone,
Before it’s too late to even pick up the phone,
When, yes, you’ll truly be alone.
Now’s the time: ask forgiveness from others,
For in Islaam we are all sisters and brothers.
But first and foremost, ask the Creator’s forgiveness,
And adamantly ask Him to widen and graciously bless your grave.
And from now on intend to be his devoted slave,
And to behave
Like a Muslim, so that you’ll be saved,
And your grave widened, for in it…very soon…you will be laid.
And don’t forget, always remember the words of the Noble Messenger,
When he said he was only in this life a traveller
Therefore, you too, also be in it like a mere passenger.
