Days passed. The three messengers were met with the same refrain: “You are only men like us. The Most Gracious would not send a man—He would send an army of angels!”
Sadiq was the first to speak in the main square. “O people, carve no gods from stone. The One who sends down rain and splits the seed is your only Lord.”
A young fisherman scoffed. “If your God is so powerful, let Him fill my nets.” surah yasin 1-20
He limped into the main square, his sandals scraping the cobblestones. The crowd parted for a moment, then laughed. “Look! The crooked one comes to preach to us .”
Ameen stood on the riverbank the next day. “I ask no wage from you. My reward is only with the Lord of all worlds. Why would I not worship Him who created you?” Days passed
“Your gods have never lifted my pain,” Habib said softly. “But when I heard the name of the Merciful, my heart found a light no idol could give.”
As for the idols, they stood in their temple, hollow and silent, waiting for the day when the city would crumble and the only voice left would be the echo of a crippled weaver saying: “Why should I not worship the One who created me?” “O people, carve no gods from stone
He fell.
Habib raised a trembling hand. “O my people! Follow the messengers. Follow those who ask no wage and are rightly guided. Why should I not worship the One who brought me into being? To Him is your return.”