My Uncle's Death Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Uncle's left us who was a person with a silver heart and battered soul; the life that we have spent together starts disturbing the peace of mind and the world seems like a dark pit; but only God can heal this loss, so we must pray to him to heal the broken hearts and grant his beautiful paradise.

Life flies by in the blink of an eye; one moment you are in your 20s, the next you are in your 40s; then you are at death's door; while life flies by so fast, death comes when a person is not expecting it and leaves that person all alone, having left behind all his friends and everyone he knew behind.

That person may be the richest man in the world, a famous star or a scientist known all over the planet; all his real estate and palaces will never alter that reality; on the day of one's death, one meets the angels that will take away one's soul in a full state of submission to them, while the body is placed into the grave prepared for it to rot; the life that passes with great bustle over the course of 60 or 70 years eventually comes to an end in the grave; let us imagine for one moment that such a person looks at the life of this world from his grave.

What will he see? He will see that other people are now living in that home he valued so much, every corner of which he furnished and decorated; pictures of other people adorn the living room; other people are using his car or the jewelry that he loved so much once; his other possessions have been given away, and almost nothing that once belonged to him remains; other people are working hard in the business he founded with such effort and spent long hours in every day; he wants to tell them that death is imminent and of the transitory nature of the life of this world, but not a word leaves his lips; he merely watches the life of this world from another dimension.

The people in that workplace are all laughing together, holding meetings, eating with friends or striving hard to make money; while people in this world are so distracted, people in the grave know that it is all insignificant and temporary; A person will not be able to take even so much as a handkerchief to the other side; you may amass a vast amount of money in this world, and have gold in banks and shares on the stock exchange, yet these things are all meaningless; one cannot take a thing from this world into the hereafter.