Murdering people, targeting them, playing
with money and other criminal
activities was once my passion,
And at the last ages of mine
I understood life`s fashion,
Laying on my bed, memorizing
the dreadful life and praying Allah
for the last breath, And when the
time was there I tried my best to escape from






there, Soon I saw three doors,
One full of fire, gushing out like hot springs,
And other with rivers and canals
full of milk and honey, And the last one





had a "?" on it,
Still praying Allah to forgive me
Now I understand the meaning
of humbleness, forgiveness and tolerance,
But still don`t know that whether to go in







Royal Heaven or Dreadful Hell