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What is the purpose of this life?
What is the purpose of this life? Money, holidays, a beautiful wife? There is no point in us denying Each heart beat brings us closer to dying You'll breathe your last Your life will have past Don't pretend Death's not the end

You will taste death, death never waited Look around you, everything's created It has a creator, it has a meaning A mother gives birth and then comes it's weaning The sun rises and gives us light It sets, then falls, the blanket of night The plants all grow, when falls the rain They give fruits to man, and they too will wane

Why does man think that he will get away? Spending life aimlessly, as if he's here to stay A fixed time is appointed, everything will perish Everything you hate, everything you relish Except the Almighty Allah, He will remain And then will come judgement, all on one plain

Allah will say, I gave you life I gave you health, wealth and a wife what did you do with your time? What did you do in your prime? Did you spread my message, did you spread Islam? Why not? Did you not read the Quran? My friends, we Muslims, we are so blessed Allah gave us Islam to supersede all the rest

My non-muslim friends, the Quran must be read before it's too late and you're dead You owe it to yourselves, it will make you cry You'll know these words are from the Lord most High Instructing mankind to the purpose of life And the reward my friends is everlasting life

Our purpose is to worship our Lord most High The reward is heaven where no one will die You'll have anything you want, all the best dishes And Almighty Allah will grant all of your wishes

This life my friends is just a cage We should live by His orders, to be safe from his rage You will understand when you read the holy Quran You'll know the religion of truth is Islam Protect yourself and your families from hell Embrace Islam and all will be well For the deeds of this life, you'll pay the price In the depths of hell or in paradise

Life after death
You only live once so sit back and enjoy No time for sorrows so fill it up with joy This way of thinking is totally wrong Our total existence is forever long Life is for eternity its stages are four The first is in the womb, but hold on there's more

The second is from birth until the moment we die The third takes place in the place where we lay Barzakh is it's name until judgement day The fourth is eternity and in heaven we pray! The soul splits from the body at the time we die Then with the angel of death, they both will fly

If the person is pious, the angel looks handsome And the wicked will wish, that they could ransom For the pious, the soul is taken on a piece of silk Eventually, they're in heaven with rivers of milk The evil person's soul is dragged out with pain Then they know, their life was in vain

When Allah swt gives the order, the soul is returned Either to a bed of paradise, or else to be burned The soul is returned, while the family are grieving And then he is questioned while his loved ones are leaving At that time the person will be in such a state He is asked three questions which determine his fate He will be panicking, his heart full of fear When he sees the angels, Munkar and Nakeer

He will be asked about his God, religion and what did he say About the person who appears in front of him that day That will be Muhammed saws, who can save us from hell The pious will recognise him, but others won't tell After answering rightly they are saved from the ordeal Of the torments of the grave, which to us seem unreal Their grave is extended and in peace they stay They will praise Allah swt and continue to pray

A window of paradise is seen and they sleep in bliss Whereas the unbelievers grave becomes hell's abyss Creatures are let loose on their fronts and back Their graves close in until their ribs will crack They are in constant agony until judgement day Nothing will help, it will be too late to pray

They will know because of themselves, their future is wrecked But they won't have a clue what to further expect For the believer, it passes like a good night's sleep His good deeds have been done, the rewards he shall keep Judgement day will pass like the time for a prayer At the speed of light he crosses the bridge, thin as a hair And before he knows it, he is in paradise

Whereas the unbeliever, will be paying his price This life is a journey, death isn't the end Real life goes on, so don't just pretend So prepare now, we're not here to stay Follow Islam, the key is to pray Brothers and sisters take this advice You'll be proud of yourself, when in paradise!