It was early in the morning at four, when death knocked upon a bedroom door. Who is there? The sleeping one cried. I am Angel Izrael, let me inside.

At once the man began to shiver, As one sweating in deadly fever. He shouted to his sleeping wife. Don’t let him take away my life.

Please go away. O Angel of Death! Leave me alone I’m not ready yet. My family on me depend. Give me a chance. O please perpend.

The Angel knocked again and again. Friend I’ll take your life without pain. It is your soul that Allah requires, I come not with my own desire.

Bewidered, the man began to cry. O Angel! I’m so afraid to die. I’ll give you gold, and be your slave. Don’t send me to the unlit grave.

Let me in, O Friend, the Angel said. Open the door, get up from your bed . If you do not allow me in, I will walk through it, like Jinn.

The man held a 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 Friend! Prepare for your doom. Foolish man Angels never die. Put down your gun and do not sigh.

Why are you afraid! Tell me man to die according to Allah’s plan? Come smile at me, do not be grim. Be happy to return to Him.

O Angel! I bow my head in shame. I had no time to take Allah’s name. From morn till dusk, I made my wealth, Not even caring for my health.

Allah’s commands, I never obeyed. Nor five times a day, I ever prayed Holy Ramadan came, and went. But no time had I to repent.

The Hajj was already Fard on me. But I would not part with my money. All charities I did ignore. Taking usury more and more.

Sometimes I ate a bit of swine. With flirting women, I sat to dine. O Angel! I appeal to you , spare my life for a year or two.

The laws of Qur’an I will obey . I’ll begin the Salah, this very day. My Fast and Hajj, I will complete and keep away from self-conceit.

We Angels do what Allah demands, We cannot go against His commands. Death is ordained for everyone, Father, mother, daughter or son.

I’m afraid, this moment is your last. Now be reminded , more of your past. I do understand your fears, But it is now too late for tears.

You lived in this world, two score or more. Never did you, your people adore. Your parents, you did not obey. Hungry beggars, you turned away.

You ignored the Muazzin’s Azaan, Nor did you read 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, were underpaid. Horses and cards were your leisure, Money making was your pleasure.

You ate enough and grew more fat, With the very poor you never sat. A pint of blood, you never gave, Which could a little baby save.

O human, you have done enough wrong, You brought good properties for a song When the farmers appealed to you. You did not have mercy, Isn’t it true?

Paradise for you? I cannot tell, Allah may or may not dwell you in Hell. There is not time for you to repent, I’ll take your soul, for which I’m sent.

The ending, however, is very sad, Eventually, the man became mad. With a cry, he jumped out of bed. And suddenly, he fell down dead.

O Reader, take a moral from here, Never know, your end may be near. Change your living and make amends, For Heaven, on your deeds, depends.