A merchant ship, laden with riches, battled furious winds that threatened to capsize it. As the vessel teetered on the brink of sinking, the traders aboard resolved to lighten its load. They agreed to discard the largest share of cargo, which belonged to a single merchant. Protesting, he cried, “Why only my goods? Let each sacrifice a portion!” But the others, driven by desperation, cast him and his cargo into the raging sea.
Miraculously, the waves cradled him like a playful child, sparing his life. When consciousness returned, he found himself washed ashore on a deserted island. Grateful to be alive, he praised the Almighty and gathered driftwood to build a humble shelter. Days passed as he hunted rabbits and survived.
One evening, while cooking, a spark leapt onto his hut, engulfing it in flames. He fought the fire in vain, collapsing in despair. “First the sea took my wealth, now flames claim my refuge!” he wept, falling asleep hungry and broken.
At dawn, a wondrous sight greeted him: a ship anchored near the shore. The crew explained, “We saw smoke from afar and guessed someone was stranded.” As they sailed to safety, the sailors revealed the cruel twist of fate: the very ship that exiled him had later sunk. All aboard perished.
The merchant fell to his knees, tears mingling with gratitude. “Glory to the One who saved me through my trials,” he whispered. The fire that destroyed his hut had become the beacon of his rescue.
Moral: In life’s fiercest storms, never lose hope in divine mercy. What seems a curse may be a blessing in disguise. Trust, always, in the wisdom of the One who knows what we do not.
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