Issue Date: March 1999

The neighbor then thought of a nasty trick.  He found an old sack and filled it with stones, pebbles, and potsherds.  At night, when the woman grew tired and closed her day of constant prayer, he climbed up on his wall.  As she lay down to sleep, he hoisted the sack and threw it down on his defenseless neighbor.  It hit her on the head and fell into a corner. The woman was knocked unconscious.

The next morning when she recovered, she saw the big sack and was convinced that Allah had heard her prayers.  She knelt down and cried:  “Thank you, God!”

Then she opened the sack.  Gold and silver poured from the sack, gleaming in the strengthening daylight: golden guineas, ducats, and silver rupiahs.

It was true.  God had heard her prayers.  (It sometimes pleases Him to use even His enemies as tools for His purpose:  He only has to will a thing and it happens.)

Overnight the woman had become rich and famous.  People from the village, who had never before taken any notice, now came to see her.  Even the wedana  (village head) honored her with a visit. He suggested that he could have a house built for her in the city.

To this she agreed, and so she moved into a beautifully furnished mansion, situated in one of the upper-class streets of the big city.  There people did not know of her past; they only knew her as the rich old lady.  Many beggars came to her door to ask for a few coins.  She gave to everyone, for she could never forget what it was like to be poor and starving.  She was loved and respected by all.

The neighbor’s scheme

Her former neighbor now thought of another scheme.  He made a dignified call on the old lady in her new home.   “You do appreciate, do you not,” he asked, “that the money you now have was originally a bag of stones I had collected? Now by accident you have become rich, and I want you to do me a favor in return.  I will gather together another bag of pebbles and potsherds and pray to God for a few days; then you will come and throw the bag down from the attic on top of me, just as I did for you.  Agreed?”

The old lady was always prepared to help people, so she said that she would come. The neighbor went home, put stones in a bag, and placed it in the attic just above his bed.


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