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Story
01The end of a long, dry summer. The fields of the valley are brown, the riverbed is cracked, the wells are low. In one yard a man has left his hay out, too lazy (tenbel) to bring it in.
02Clouds come over the hills, and the rain (yağmur) falls all night on the whole valley.
03The fields drink, the river runs again, the wells fill, the orchards turn green. A great deal of good (hayr-ı kesîr) has come down in one night.
04In his yard, the hay is soaked through. He stands over it and says: “This rain is no mercy” (yağmur rahmet değil).
05But the rain fell on the whole valley, his own field too. To hold back all that good for one man’s hay would be the great harm. The small harm (şerr-i cüz’î) passes into the good.
Nursi’s own comparison from the First Topic of the Treatise on Divine Determining, retold in our words; the valley and the hay are our details.