Death Poem

When we will be asked about our youth?
Will we say the things we done truth?
Will our diplomas and degrees come in use?
Or will they bring us bad news?
We blanked Islam for education- and got in to the non-Islamic generation.
The friends we trusted- with whom we had fun, stopped us from entering the gates of heaven.
The requirements are simple, the reward is high - be prepared, think well before you die.
A garden of paradise or a pit of hell- the choice is yours! So think well!
Sacrifice your short journey here- for in the hereafter you will have no fear.
Two shoes of boiling fire he will wear- his brain will melt, his body will tear.
The person will scream and will not know- this is only the lowest punishment, Allah will give.
Day by day as our life decreases- day by day as our sins increase.
Day by day as our deeds change into sins- another day the shaytan wins.
For on that day when we’ll be scaled!
Think- will we win or will we fail?



While we were sitting with the Prophet Surat Al-Jumu'a was revealed to him, and when the Verse, "And He (Allah) has sent him (Muhammad) also to other (Muslims).....' (62.3) was recited by the Prophet, I said, "Who are they, O Allah's Apostle?" The Prophet did not reply till I repeated my question thrice. At that time, Salman Al-Farisi was with us. So Allah's Apostle put his hand on Salman, saying, "If Faith were at (the place of) Ath-Thuraiya (Pleiades, the highest star), even then some men or man from these people (i.e. Salman's folk) would attain it."



A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
Here lies a most beautiful lady
Light of step and heart was she
I think she was the most beautiful lady
That ever was in the West Country.
But beauty vanishes; beauty passes
However rare, rare it be
And when I crumble who shall remember
This lady of the West Country?

 
It was easier to run because I did.
I ran away from my feelings and hid.
What could I ever learn, now that you are gone.
It seems everything I do now is wrong.
Death is not the end
Death can never be the end.
Death is the road.
Life is the traveller.
The Soul is the Guide.

My eyes filled up with tears as I heard the news
It never occurred to me, how much I could lose
I find myself wishing that it wasn't real
Every time I think about it, pain iz all I can feel.

Death is when your loved ones depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart

Death is a feeling of permanent sadness & pain
Death is when ur loved ones hav 4ever gone away

 
Sleep bringz no strength 2 me,
No power renewed 2 brave;
I sail on a wilder sea,
A darker wave.
Sleep brings no friend 2 me,
2 soothe & aid 2 bear;
They all gaze on, how scornfully,
& how I despair.
Sleep brings not wish 2 fret,
My stressed heart beneath;
My only wish is 2 forget,
In the endless sleep of death.