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“The Last Drop That Changed a Soul”

The Prophet ﷺ said: “Do not waste water, even if you perform ablution on the bank of a flowing river.” (Sunan Ibn Mājah, Hadith 425) The Desert’s Silent Teacher In the town of Noorabad lived a boy named Yusuf. His laughter echoed through narrow lanes, his steps were as light as the evening breeze, but his habits were as careless as autumn leaves scattered by the wind. Water, the gift of Allah, flowed through his fingers as though it had no worth. When Yusuf bathed, he let the tap gush like a waterfall, splashing and singing while buckets overflowed into wasted streams. When he drank, he filled his glass to the brim, sipped half, then tipped the rest into the sink without thought. During ablution, he washed his hands again and again, speaking with his brother Hamza and his sister Maryam, while the faucet poured its endless song into the drain. Even while brushing his teeth, he would leave the tap wide open, letting fresh streams rush away, lost to the earth. At home, the family’s water tank spilled over every evening, streams cascading down the alley. Yet Yusuf only shrugged, laughing away his sister’s gentle warnings. “Brother,” Maryam would whisper, “remember what the Prophet ﷺ taught us: Do not waste water, even if you perform ablution on the bank of a flowing river.” But Yusuf, wrapped in comfort and ease, would wave her words aside. One bright morning, he joined his friends on a journey to the desert, eager for adventure beneath the endless blue sky. Their bags brimmed with food and joy, but the desert is a stern teacher. A sudden storm rose, scattering sand like fire, and Yusuf found himself alone, separated from his companions. His flask was empty. The sun blazed without mercy, the dunes burned his feet, and thirst clawed at his throat. One day passed. Then two. Then three. By the fifth day, Yusuf was broken by thirst. His tongue swelled, his lips cracked, his vision blurred. At last, he stumbled upon a place where camels knelt to drink. In the trough lay murky water, thick with dust and bitter with dirt. Desperation swallowed his pride. He bent low, cupping his hands, and drank where the camels drank. Salt tears rolled into the brackish water, mixing with the taste of regret. Collapsing to his knees, he wept, “O Allah, forgive me! I wasted the treasure You gave in abundance. I poured away Your blessing without gratitude. If You save me, I will never again let a drop be lost in vain.” The words of the Prophet ﷺ struck his heart like thunder: “Do not waste water, even if you perform ablution on the bank of a flowing river.” By Allah’s mercy, a caravan appeared on the horizon, rescuing him from the jaws of death. Exhausted but alive, Yusuf returned to Noorabad no longer the careless boy who once wasted rivers. When he bathed, he used only what was needed. When he drank, he cherished every drop. In ablution, he moved with care, mindful of the Prophet’s ﷺ words. And when he brushed his teeth, he kept the tap closed, teaching others that water is a pearl from Allah, not a plaything. The people of Noorabad noticed the change. “Yusuf has returned from the desert with wisdom carved upon his soul,” they said. And Yusuf would smile gently and reply, “I once wasted rivers, but I learned the value of a single drop.”