By Hamdi Farah
Death does not scare me,
What makes me tremble with fear, and fills me with pain and anxiety,
Is what waits for me in the next life of eternity.
Have I really done enough?
Have I fulfilled my purpose of life?
Was I a good and obedient slave?
Or will my punishment start in my grave?
O Possessor of Majesty and Honor! When You send the angel of death for me
I pray that You grant me one last request and plea.
When I meet him, and fear jams in my throat over my pending death,
And with each passing second it becomes harder and harder to take a breath,
And the echo of his uncompromising words still resounding in my ears,
While the utter sadness of time spent in forgetfulness wetting my face with tears,
I pray that You let my last ninety-nine breathes be the ones I use to praise and Glorify You.