My favorite person is...

During the year floods in the village left many homeless. Thank God no one was hurt.

But the homeless people were devastated. All were upset and all were amazed and their hearts were ruined.

Then an old gentleman said that the demolished houses should be rebuilt by means of hashar and lit the lights of hope for tomorrow.

Everyone who can work has come to hashar. Even people from the neighboring village came to help the people with food.

It was lunch. Everyone sat down to eat. But for some reason a little boy didn't sit down for dinner. He was really called. Didn't.

"Yes, he has a heavy ear."

"I think he is full."

- No, the boy has not stopped since the morning. Was he not thirsty or was he tortured?

In fact, this boy, who has been working in the hot and humid weather since early morning, has been amazed and at times surprised. The old man, who had an idea for hashish, came to ask him:

- Look at me, baby! Have you not tasted salt since morning? Or did you not drink some water? It doesn't happen. A little self-centered? Look at that, and the big guys from you are tired of eating too! But you are working hard on the pearl! Tell me, my son, why?

The boy finally spoke and said, "I'm fasting."

The father was in tears. They all fluttered. No, not because of the boy's response, but because they forgot the month of Ramadan when the flood came, and when they were worried about themselves, they forgot about Allah.

Then it became clear why the villagers survived even in such a terrible flood.