Devilish Angel

A man in his early forties was riding his car back home when he met an accident. He was admitted to the hospital, but his condition was very critical. He gets visited by Azrael, the angel of death. The man realized he can’t evade his fate and these are his last breath. His life moved in front of his eyes and he was searching for all the goods he had done, but to his amazement he found none. Seeing his surprise, Azrael could do nothing but ask, what is it my son, which makes you wonder. He added I have seen people die from ages, I have seen them sad, I have some even relieved, but never as amazed.
The man said I realized I have not done anything good in ages. Can I have a more day to do things right?

Azrael: It is not me who decides the time, It is your own deeds. You have done more wrong than right.

Man: But I always wanted to do good, not just for my family but for all.

Azrael: I am not denying you were not good at heart, but you never did what you wanted. You were the most Devilish Angel.

Man: Devilish Angel! I don’t even know what that means.

Azrael: Do you remember, when your heart asks you to give way to the ambulance, but you didn’t, thinking of an excuse. The thought of giving way was the thought of Angel, and that excuse was the voice of the Devil.

Man: You are saying that I am dying because I didn’t give way to an ambulance.

Azrael: That was just an incident. There were thousand thoughts of Angel you had, also the voice of the Devil stopped you from doing good.

Man: But that means at least I have a good heart.

Azrael: You are no different human, every one of you has a good heart and especially the talks. If someone hears you guys talking, how you speak of morality and character, you would be no different then an Angel, but when it comes to implementation, it is Devil’s voice you give precedence to. That’s why you all are Devilish Angel. The choice is yours, whether you want to act like Angel or to walk in the steps of Devil.

Man: I am ashamed, I have always heard the voice of Devil. But I want to correct things now. Can you give me the last few breaths?

Azrael: What would you do with just a few minutes.

Man: Not few, but one. I believe that will be sufficient to donate my body parts.
The man gets his last wish and he died in peace, thinking all his life he couldn’t do good but his death would at least help someone. 

It is not just his problem, all humans are Devilish Angels, we all want to do good but we find excuses against it. The day we realize that Angel’s thought are above Devil’s voice, this world will become a great place to live.