Saba

All praise belongs to Allah, who knows everything, down to the weight of an atom. The deniers mock: shall we show you a man who says you will be raised after being torn to pieces? Then two examples of blessing. Dawud is given mountains and birds that echo his praise, and iron made soft for him to shape coats of mail. Sulayman is given the wind, a spring of molten copper, and jinn who work for him, building sanctuaries, basins and great cauldrons. “Work in gratitude, family of Dawud; few of My servants are grateful.” When he dies, only a creature of the earth eating away his staff shows it, and when he falls, the jinn realise they never knew the unseen. The people of Saba have two gardens, right and left, and are told to eat and be thankful. They turn away, so the flood of the dam comes and leaves them bitter fruit, tamarisk and a few lote trees. They had safe roads between towns in sight of one another, yet asked for longer journeys, and became tales of the past. What people call on besides Allah owns not an atom’s weight. The Prophet ﷺ is sent to all of humanity, and the promised Day comes not an hour late or early. On that Day the weak and the arrogant blame each other. Wealth and children do not bring anyone closer to Allah, only faith and good deeds do, and whatever you spend, He will replace. The angels disown those who claimed to worship them. The Prophet ﷺ gives one piece of advice: stand up for Allah, in pairs and alone, then reflect. When the deniers finally believe, it will be too late, from a place so far away.