Thursday: When is it mu turn to leave

O’ Allah, when it is my turn to leave,

I hope it happens in a stupendous season as this…

What a beautiful day today.

What a beautiful way to die.

What a beautiful day today.

What a beautiful way to die.

When Israfel shall come, I will ask him for a ride on the 7 skies.

I have visions on my death, I can see:

The white coffin, the undertakers, the funeral pyres, the Koran recitals…

What a beautiful day today.

What a beautiful way to die.

What a beautiful day today.

What a beautiful way to die.

How splendid are the white ‘djellabas’ in such a parade.

I can see varaint people revering : One God, one heart, one love…

Some with redundant tears would say :

‘He was such a good and wiseman…God bless him…’

‘I knew him for a while but he was pleaseful… to Allah we belong and to Him we return…’

I can see a beloved one sileantly moaning like a cat

And fertilising my tomb soil with tears…

What a beautiful day today .

What a beautiful way to die.

What a beautiful day today.

What a beautiful way to die…

Before it’s my turn to leave, I will plead my prayers for you, Allah.