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The drum of heartbeats,
People rush and gather in crowds,
Like an overcrowded forest of trees,
Crawling out of graves in droves,
Some raised blind,
All gather in one place.

Looking very worried,
The look of terror,
The awesome fear of Allah the Most Sublime,
The accounting of deeds,
Punishment or bliss to follow,
Justice for all,
By the Almighty Creator,
Like the tunnel of birth and death...
There is no escape.

From the Day of Resurrection...
There is no escape.