When I woke up with a strange headache, confusion took over. I found myself in a small, unfamiliar house. Outside, there was a lot of noise. Gathering strength, I ventured out, trying to make sense of the situation. Everything seemed different, like tales from old stories and movies, yet uniquely distinct.

Despite their apparent poverty, the people greeted me with sincere smiles, as if I were a cherished friend. Overwhelmed, I stood up and found myself surrounded by several people. They asked me sad questions, like, "Brother, are you okay? You've been standing here motionless." Another said, "Brother, if you're sick, go and get treatment. If your sickness cannot be cured, let us ask Allah to make you better. Allah is very merciful." Another offered, "Brother, if you don't have a place to stay, come to me and be my guest until you treat yourself." Still impressed by their behavior, I told a little lie to get rid of them, not wanting to hurt them with my behavior.

After some exploration, I realized I was in the Okaaz Bazaar in Mecca, a bustling place where I noticed something unusual – no one begged for money in the streets.

Later, I joined a gathering where someone spoke about exceptional individuals whose hearts resembled birds. He said, "This means that they put their trust in Allah and work and strive and leave the rest with Allah. Just like birds, they leave their nests hungry in the morning and return full in the evening! They know that they don't eat anyone's money and no one eats their money! It means that their hearts are like birds' hearts, full of kindness, compassionate towards people, concerned about others, and people's happiness is their happiness. These people are careful with their language and do not hurt anyone's heart. Even if they say something inappropriate, they do not mean it. They are like rain. When it rains, they are full of goodness. They are like flowers. When people leave, their place is still visible in the heart. Someone who needs help will not be comfortable unless he helps them. They are the ones whom God does not give that kind of heart to everyone."

I was drowned in those words when the sky was dark, clouds gathered, and it rained. With the first lightning in front of my eyes, it was black, and I woke up in the next world with thousands of questions still in my mind.