Some stories to inspire you.
STRUGGLING
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TRUE STORY
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Poem (Death at your door)
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Salam
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Heard them from before, But it was kind thought of you to open something like this givin ppl on GS a time to ponder upon things. I kno many ppl will not reply to this thread may Allah open their hearts and guide them on the straight path. Amin
Well dun proud of u 
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^ thanks, Inshallah.
:) Yeah its not easy posting your voice to 3000 people on some online forum.
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thanks mate, very thought provoking and stop spitting in the mic..ONly joking....Thanks a lot for sharing..really does make you think hard...
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I can't hear it properly on my computer, but i'mgonna upload it to my Itunes so i can listen to it then :)
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Alright, thanks guys :)
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finally got a chance to listen to it…
Another good post 
I liked the Poem a lot.
Thanks for posting
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that was excellent cresent_ , especially the poem...i heard again and again...it was really good listening to it in ur voice.....
[QUOTE]
**It was early in the morning at four, **
**When death knocked upon a bedroom door, **
**Who is there? The sleeping one cried. **
**I'm Malaika-tul-Maut, 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 depends, **
**Give me a chance, O please prepense! **
**The angel knocked again and again, **
**Friend! I'll take your life without a pain, **
**Tis your soul Allah requires, **
**I come not with my own desire. **
**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 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 you doom. **
**Foolish man, Angels never die, **
**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 health. **
**Allah's command I never obeyed, **
**Nor five times a day I ever prayed. **
**A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went, **
**But no time had I to repent. **
**The Hajj was already FARZ 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 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, **
**I do understand your fears, **
**But it is now too late for tears. **
**You lived in this world, two score and more, **
**Never did 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 more Muslims, **
**You made your children non-Muslims. **
**You ignored 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 your poor workers, you underpaid. **
**Horses and cards 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. **
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^ thank you for posting this poem so people can follow it :)
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:k:
echo kyun hai?