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He went into his garden and wronged himself by saying, ‘I do not think this will ever perish,

or that the Last Hour will ever come- even if I were to be taken back to my Lord, I would certainly find something even better there.’

His companion retorted, ‘Have you no faith in Him who created you from dust, from a small drop of fluid, then shaped you into a man?

But, for me, He is God, my Lord, and I will never set up any partner with Him.

If only, when you entered your garden, you had said, “This is God’s will. There is no power not [given] by God.” Although you see I have less wealth and offspring than you,

my Lord may well give me something better than your garden, and send thunderbolts on your garden from the sky, so that it becomes a heap of barren dust;

or its water may sink so deep into the ground that you will never be able to reach it again.’

And so it was: his fruit was completely destroyed, and there he was, wringing his hands over what he had invested in it, as it drooped on its trellises, and saying, ‘I wish I had not set up any partner to my Lord.’

He had no forces to help him other than God- he could not even help himself.

In that situation, the only protection is that of God, the True God: He gives the best rewards and the best outcome.

Tell them, too, what the life of this world is like: We send water down from the skies and the earth’s vegetation absorbs it, but soon the plants turn to dry stubble scattered about by the wind: God has power over everything.