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.
