Monday, June 4, 2012
The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island ….
He prayed feverishly for Allaah to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.
Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements and to store his few possessions.
But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened; everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger.
“Allaah, how could you do this to me!” he cried.