IT IS THE FINAL DAY
BY Iman Mashaal
The footsteps walk away,
it is the Final Day,
now I’m here all alone,
my earthly life is gone.
Buried down so deep,
no comfort and no sleep,
screaming out of fear,
but no mortal can hear.
It’s too late to reform,
I said tomorrow morn,
but the morning never came,
my excuses were so lame.
It will not help to weep,
no blessings here to reap,
no chances for good deads to gain,
I’m lying here in vain.
All the pomp and all the fame,
my actions were insane,
don’t call out my name,
I’m embarrassed, I’m in shame.
But worse than all of that,
I’m constricted on this mat,
I can not even breathe,
Oh how deeply I grieve.
Not a person to console me,
I was free to be,
I chose the dubious path,
I chose the desolate wrath.
My ribs are crushed together,
my body and soul have severed,
there is no solace ahead,
nothing, byt that I dread.
From heaven the angels descend,
what harm do they attend?
their faces black as death,
carrying strips of cloth.
Coming to snatch my miserable Soul,
and yank it out with just one pull,
by every angel it will be cursed,
in the Heaven and in the Earth.
Wrapped in that cloth so coarse,
nothing could be any worse.
from it emits the foulest stench,
to which I can make no comment.
They ask whose ugly soul is this,
none other but mine 'tis,
for my soul Heaven is denied,
in guilt and remorse my soul has cried.
But no, I chose my own dark way,
and never did I imagine this day,
I thought it wouldn’t approach so fast,
I thought I would ajust my past.
My soul has now returned to my,
and now I mourn eternally,
I fear that wretched, wicked day,
that is not very far away.
Two angels appear,
interrogation is near,
Sit up, " Who is your Lord?",
I cannot utter a single word.
“What is your religion?”, they ask,
“I only heard people mention it”, I gasp,
“I did not know, I did not read” “LIAR”
Spread out for him a place to see the fire.
And struck by the final blow,
to dust I turn, I shriek “Oh No!”
Lord please do not establish the Hour,
for I know by fire I will be devoured.
Don’t lett this be your poor, poor soul,
your ambition to seek your Lord is your goal,
keep in mind that your end is near,
and lett it be ALLAH that your Fear