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.
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