Operation Death - Extract from Email

Another interesting email again. Received today. I wish I knew who the original author of this was:

*IN THE NAME OF ALLAH MOST GRACIOUS MOST MERCIFUL*
*OPERATION DEATH*
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*This is the tale of an average man who acts contrary to Allahs plan, if you
are reflected herein then repent and commit no sin.*
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Twas early in the morning at four, when death knocked upon a bedroom door,'
who is there?' the sleeping one cried,"I'm Izrael, let me inside"

At once the man began to shiver,as one sweating in deadly fever,he shouted
to his sleeping wife, "don't let him take away my life".

"Please go away o angel of death", leave me alone, im not ready yet, my
family on me depend; give me a chance o please perpend

The angel knocked again and again, "friend ill take your life without a
pain, tis your soul that Allah requires, I come not on my own desire.

Bewildered the man began o cry, "o angel im so afraid to die", ill give you
gold and be your slave, don't send me to the unit grave.

Let me in o friend the angel said, open the door get up from your bed, if
you do not allow me in, I will walk through it like a jinn.

The man held a gun in his right hand, ready to defy the angels stand, ill
point my gun towards your head; you dare come in ill shoot you dead.

By now the angel was in the room, saying o friend prepare for the doom,
foolish man angels never die, put down your gun and do not sigh.

Why are you afraid tell me o man, to die according to Allah's plan?,come
smile at me do not be grim,be happy to return to him.

O angel I bow my head in shame, I had no time to take Allah's name,from morn
till dusk I made my wealth, not even caring about my health.

Allah's commands I never obeyed, nor five times a day I ever prayed, a
fasting came a fasting went, but no time had I to repent.

The pilgrimage was already incumbent on me, but I would not part with my
money, all charities I did ignore, taking usury more and more.

Sometimes I sipped my favourite wine, with flirting women I sat to dine,o
angel I appeal to you, spare my life for a year or two.

The laws of holy books I will obey ill begin prayers this very day, my fast
and pilgrimage I will complete, and keep away from self conceit.

I will refrain from usury, and give all my wealth to charity, wine and
wenches I will detest, Allah's oneness I will attest.

We angels do what allah demands, we cannot go against his commands, death is
ordained for everyone, father, mother, daughter or son.

Im afraid this moment is your last, now be reminded more of your past, I do
understand your fears, but it is now too late for tears.

You lived in this world, two score or more, never did you your people adore,
your parents you did not obey, hungry beggars you turned away.

Yout two ill begotten female offspring, in nightclubs for a livelihood they
sing, instead of making more faithfuls, you made your children ungrateful.

You ignored the calls of prayer, nor did you read the holy book, breaking
promises all your life, backbiting friends and causing strife.

From hoarded goods, great profits you made, and your poor workers, you
underpaid, horses and cards were your leisure, money-making was your
pleasure.

O human you have done enough wrong, you bought good properties for a song,
when the farmers appealed to you, you did not have mercy, tis true.

Paradise for you, I cannot tell, undoubtedly, you will dwell in hell,
there's no time for you to repent, ill take your soul for which im sent.

The ending however is very sad, eventually the man became mad, with a cry he
jumped out of bed and suddenly he fell down dead.

O reader take a moral from here, never know your end may be near, change
your living and make amends, for heaven on your deeds depends.