This is a poem that I wrote about nine years ago, so please don't mind the apparent childishness in it and concentrate on the message that is being conveyed.
Do we make sure to pray salaah on time,
or are we just too busy out making another dime?
Do we have a place for Quran in our day,
a weapon against Shaytaan, so we're not led astray?
My dear friends, we are running out of time
Do we remember to pay zakaah to the needy,
so that our journey over the Pul - Siraat can be made speedy?
Or do we listen to the devil and hoard our wealth?
Do we not know that death approaches fast and with stealth?
My dear friends, we are running out of time
Do we have a smile on the face,
When we meet our kith and kin, or do we do them disgrace?
Do we not fear going to hell?
Or do we just strive to make our possessions swell?
My dear friends, we are running out of time
Do we take advantage of Ramadhan before it takes flight?
Or are our eyes closed to our ever increasing plight?
Do we take time to remember Allah, to praise him?
For surely, getting into heaven, our chances are slim
My dear friends, we are running out of time
Do we think that we're going to live forever?
For the grave is around the corner, ready as ever
Do we deny the fact that The Last Day is nearing?
Let's pray we go to Jannah, for the heat in hell is searing
My dear friends, we are running out of time
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