A Poem: {It invites he who turned away [from truth] and fled away [from obedience]; And collected [wealth] and withheld it. Indeed, man was created very anxious; fretful when evil touches him; And when good touches him, withholding [of it].} (70:17–21)
A Poem: {It invites he who turned away [from truth] and fled away [from obedience]; And collected [wealth] and withheld it. Indeed, man was created very anxious; fretful when evil touches him; And when good touches him, withholding [of it].} (70:17–21)
A Poem: {It invites he who turned away [from truth] and fled away [from obedience]; And collected [wealth] and withheld it. Indeed, man was created very anxious; fretful when evil touches him; And when good touches him, withholding [of it].} (70:17–21)
As darkness slithered in to swallow him whole With a heave of sigh, the hostile night descends On his last solitary day, to bid farewell his soul
His unrelenting past chokes him without restraint
And a gloomy mist of sorrow looms over his head He tries to remain awake, to hold on much longer To escape his inevitable fate and his coming dread
His one cause and concern was his immortality
A longer life and hoarding his only obsessions Materialism his philosophy and his way of life Now a lone mortal with his prized possessions
Family and friends, he used and abused
Never did he care for their pleasures or pains Now in time of need, no one is to be found Solitude and emptiness are all that remains Into a dire unknown his thoughts float away As he tries to cling to his mind so desperately Sickness devouring his once perfect body His last attempt at redemption, a Pharaoh plea
He forces himself to weep, his tears unwillingly yield
Ferociously embracing them with a deafening silent fear His only pitiful companions coerced into submission Trapped in his little rich world, now so vacant, so drear
He realises now it is far too late for change
As he feels his heart rupture, he begins to mourn His wasted life, chances and his defeated core He lies on his deathbed horribly alone and forlorn
Beginning to concentrate on his irregular breathing
He soon grasps his imminent demise, inescapable fright Becoming just another shadow amidst the shadows In the endless darkness fading into the undying night