part 297:

“Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-

So its not a delay after all… And there’s no cracking…Its dadas whimpering that I was hearing over the long distance call…

“Dada?” I began tearing….”Is dadi okay? Is she in hospital? maybe ismail should book your flights back as soon as possible and we should also come home as soon as possible and get dadi some proper medical attention….dada are the doctors on that side doing a good enough job? Because we can always get better doctors back home to check on her?”

“No no beti… No beti.. No need to my child…. You don’t understand..”Dada sniffed and then blew his nose away from the phone..
“Dadi is gone to a better place.. Right here in the haram shareef.. Dadi has passed away right by her nabi like she’d always wanted to….. Like she always made dua for…”

I couldn’t control my tears… Boiling hot tears streamed down my face…. All that could escape my mouth in a silent whisper was “innaa lillahi wa innaa ilayhi raaj’oon”
To Allah do we belong and to him is our return…

Dadi earned it.. She had… She had really lived her life to please no-one… She had gone to what some may call ‘extremes’ of piety… She had brought up her children well and now she was resting peacefully with mummy and daddy…

How could I even utter any kind of indecent words…? This was Allahs will…this was Allahs just being Just and Allah only gives everyone what they deserve…

No-one can stop Allah from rewarding the chosen ones with gardens of paradise beneath which rivers of honey, milk and wine flow…

No-one can stop Allah from having His loved ones souls fly in the form of a green bird in jannah…..

Eating from the fruits of jannah

Sitting on the trees of jannah….

Oh dadi….. What a life she led… Never causing harm to a single soul… And now was taken without causing any inconvenience to anyone also..

Always trying to please Allah… And in the end, he had become pleased with her..

Dadi had been granted a death which every one of us would envy… A death which only the chosen servants of Allah attained…

A death which we could only dream of acquiring..

We were all going to leave this world someday.. But how we’re going to go is what’s most important..

This reminded me of a particular piece of poetry I’d read not so long ago… It was beautiful and so deep… One of the best pieces of poetry I’d ever read..

It read:

It was early in the morning at four,
When death knocked upon a bedroom door.

Who is there? The sleeping one cried.
I’m Malkul Maut (Angel Of Death), 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 parents and family on me depends,
Give me a chance, O please prepense!

The angel knocked again and again,
Friend! I’ll take your life without a pain,

Its your soul Allah requires,
I come not with my own desires..

Bewildered, 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 a Jinn.

The man held a gun in his 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 you doom.

Foolish man, Angels never die,(except when Allah will give death to everyone on day of kayamat)
Put down your gun and do not sigh.

Why are you afraid! Tell me O 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 morning till dusk, I made my wealth,
Not even caring for my own health.

Allah’s command I never obeyed,
Nor five times a day I ever prayed.

Ramadan came and a Ramadan went,
But I had no time 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 sipped my favorite 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 Quran I will obey,
I’ll begin my 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 wenches 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 or son.

I’m afraid this moment is your last,
Now be reminded, of your past,

do understand your dreadful fears,
But it is now too late for your tears.

You lived in this world, two score and more,
Never did to you, your people adore.

Your parents, you did not obey,
Hungry beggars, you turned away.

Your two ill-gotten, female offspring,
In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.

Instead of making many more Muslims,
You made your children non-Muslims?

You did ignore the Mua’dhin Adhaan,
Nor did you read the Holy Quran.

Breaking promises all your life,
Backbiting friends, and causing strife

From hoarded goods, great profits you made,
And for your poor workers, you underpaid.

Horses and cars were your leisure,
Moneymaking was your pleasure.

You ate vitamins and grew more fat,
With the very sick, you never sat.

A pint of blood you never gave,
Which could a little baby save?

O Human, you have done enough wrong,
You bought good properties for a song.

When the farmers appealed to you,
You did not have mercy, tis true.

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

There is no time for you to repent,
I’ll take your soul for which I am 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 moral from here,
You never know, your end may be near

Change your living and make amends
For heaven, on your deeds depends.

if this poem inspires you,
It can help someone too.

At least take some time, and do not ban
And send it to as many people as you can.

This poem may change many lives,
And Allah may have for you a great surprise…

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11 thoughts on “part 297:

  1. sister/in/Islam says:

    ‎​إنا لله و إنا اليه راجعون

    ما شاء الله … How fortunate Dadi is – that she passed away in such a mubarak place !!
    N where u r buried is where u rise on the day if Qiyamah !! N imagine to rise with Nabi صلى الله عليه وسلم … How beautiful !!!!

    May اللَّهُ also grant us all beautiful deaths in the mubarak city !!! آمين يا رب العالمين

    Beautiful , eye-opening poem !!
    We hav2 really reflect and ponder on our lives , whether we r fulfilling our rites n living our lives appropriately ….

    جَزَاكَ اللهُ خَيْرًا

  2. Sister A. says:

    إنا لله و إنا اليه راجعون

    How fortunate Dadi is to pass away °̩и the Haram & be buried °̩и Madina Shareef. How Ʋ live is how Ʋ die. Dadi was a very good person who was blessed with an enviable death. May ﷲ bless us all with death °̩и Medina Shareef ​آمِيْن.

  3. zana says:

    انالله و انا اليه راجعون
    How Lucky is a person who passes away in the city of our nabi ( s.a.w ).
    i can’t explain how hair rising was this post. I had goosebumps all over.
    its gonna be so hard for faaiza wgen she gets back home

    Sister S please add 1000 durood
    700 istigfaar

  4. A says:

    انا لله وانا اليه راجعون
    May ALLAAH grant dadi Jannatul Firdaus and grant sabr to all those left behind
    What a beautiful death right near the Raudhah Mubarak ALLAAHu Akbar!!! May ALLAAH grant us all a death that will be worthy of emulation and in a manner that ALLAAH is pleased with us. Fortunately for Faaiza she was surrounded by warm loving ppl in her darkest moments who will help in easing her grief and not by the gremlins
    Jazaakillah for sharing the beautiful and thought provoking poem, may ALLAAH allow us to take heed before it is too late
    BTW I just wanted to know what’s happening in the blog world bcoz almost all the blogs had a Janaazah in these last few weeks, foreveramessup, journey into the unknown n journey in a journal

    • Lol… I was actually waiting for someone to ask that in a comment.. But promise, it wasn’t planned and neither did we copy from eachother… Lol

      I had this idea of dadi passing away looooong before and I’m sure the other 2 authors had the same ideas.. We all just didn’t know it..

      I considered changing the plot of my posts… But decided that its best to just stick with the way I’d planned things out… Maybe extra reminders will bring us all towards the remembrance of death inshallah…

      😉 jx for all the support always my dear sister…

      • A says:

        I know it wasnt planned but jazaakillah for the reminder that death is truly a terminator of all desires and plans and ALLAAH in his infinite wisdom allows for these reminders to be put forward in different ways for us to take heed

  5. Sister A. says:

    السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركات ه
    Ƥℓεāsε add 1000 Istighfaar sister S. L. جَزَاكَ اللهُ خَيْرًا

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