The story:
once the Muslim fought against the enemy in the early days of Islam. They won
the battle and began to attend to the wounded soldiers. Once of them cried-out
for water. It was brought for him at once. He was about to drink it, when he
heard another cry for it. He put the cup aside and said to the water-carrier, “take
it to him. His need, perhaps, is greater than mine.” So he took it to the
second. But as soon as it touched his lips, another cry for water fell into his
ears. “Take it to my brother over there. Perhaps he needs it more than I do.
But he had breathed his last, before it reached him. Then it was brought back
to the second. But he had also passed away. Last of all, it was hurried back to
the first. But he too was found enjoying eternal sleep. This is how the Muslim
cared more for others than for them. Selves in the brave days of old.
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