Dear Angel of Death, greetings, and after that,

I wanted not to ask you about the time of my departure from my home to your abode, for I have become indifferent to my life more than my death.

For both are predestined, and life has always begun without my knowledge and will end without my consent, which means I am a servant with no say in my affairs.

Thus, I have someone who oversees my affairs in my prosperity and adversity, in my obedience and disobedience. He is sufficient to lift the pen from my last word that will emanate from my tongue and from my last deed that I will strive for with my feet and determination.

Dear Angel of Separation, I know well that you will come to me when I begin to love things and life, and I know well that you wish I had descendants whom I fear for their fate after me.

And I know well that you wish I had beloved ones whom I fear separation from. But what after Allah lifts the pen from my last breaths and deeds? I do not think that everything I fear will remain hanging in my suitcase when I arrive.

The living alone will suffer the pain of separation, while I, if I am among the fortunate, will be in safety, and if I am among the unfortunate, my tragedy will not end.

I am departing to you, O Master, perhaps today, or tomorrow, or after a year, or years. Whatever good I have done, Allah knows it, and whatever evil, it is my weakness, and Allah, behind it, is Forgiving, Merciful.

I just wanted to inform you of something important about me. I do not fear death now or tomorrow, nor do I fear the grave, and I am not among those who have closed the doors on sins and lived righteously forever. But I am among those whom fear has struck, so death was once upon them when they feared, and life is for them when death approaches.

I am not among the righteous, but I have accepted life and accepted destiny, and I have consented to denial before giving, and I have accepted hardship before ease, and I have forgiven all who have wronged me.

And this is my story, I wanted you to know it because I feel your presence around me, harvesting souls as if it were harvest season for you, and the reasons for my departure have multiplied, so you are not at fault if I am the one waiting for you!

I hear your cry when you cry in the valleys at the time of death, saying: "Come out to an angry Lord." And how you have startled me with the noise of your caravan as you harvest souls and depart in your procession.

You have startled me many times, and you have taken my loved ones many times, and you have struck my neck with the sword of separation.

O Beautiful Angel of Separation, I beseech you by Allah to take me easily and take me gently, for the separation of life is painful enough, so do not increase it, O Master.

Perhaps you will come to me while I am in my prayers, and perhaps you will startle me in my disobedience and distance, or perhaps you will come to me in my work and striving. So be gentle with me.

As for my hour, it is the affair of Allah alone. If He wills, He will perfect my end.

Dear one, O one whom humans have wronged and they thought your name is sorrowful, you have obeyed Allah obediently, you have lived obediently in the name of the Living God.

You have lived while dead, on a day when there is no sovereignty except Allah's, the One, the Prevailing.

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