Tale#28: Bedtime Tales: Episode16:Zayn's Lost Story| Saturday
Finding the Way Back Through Trust in Allah
It was a bright spring morning in Meadowview Park, the kind of day where the sun felt like a warm hug and the trees swayed like they were whispering secrets. Zayn, an energetic 8-year-old boy with a wild imagination and a backpack full of snacks, was bouncing with excitement. His class was going on a nature field trip, and he had waited all week for this.
His mother, Aymen, knelt beside him before he boarded the school van. She tucked a note into his pocket and said, “If anything happens and you feel scared, just remember what we always say—‘Hasbiyallahu la ilaha illa Huwa.’ Allah is always with you, Zayn.”
Zayn nodded, rolling his eyes playfully. “I know, Mama. You say it every time I leave the house!”
“Because it’s true,” she replied with a smile, pressing a kiss on his forehead. “And I’ll be making dua for you all day.”
The Adventure Begins
At the park, everything felt magical. The flowers were blooming in wild colors, birds chirped like they were singing a song just for the kids, and the air smelled like wet grass and sunshine.
Zayn followed his class into the forest trail, led by Miss Rania, their teacher, and a park guide named Mr. Rauf. He stayed close to his best friend, Omar, and the two boys played a game of spotting the weirdest-looking bugs. Time passed quickly—until it didn’t.
At some point during the hike, Zayn wandered a little too far to chase a butterfly with shimmering wings. The boys were only supposed to stay on the path, but Zayn’s curiosity got the better of him. The butterfly danced deeper into the woods, and Zayn followed… until he could no longer hear Omar, Miss Rania, or anyone else.
The butterfly vanished.
The woods were quiet.
And Zayn… was alone.
The Fear Creeps In
At first, Zayn thought it was just a game.
He retraced his steps—left, right, then left again—but nothing looked familiar. The tall trees all looked the same, like green soldiers standing in silent rows. He called out, “Omar? Miss Rania?” But the only answer was the rustling of leaves.
That’s when the fear started to grow.
His hands shook a little. His stomach turned cold. He sat down on a fallen log, clutched his backpack, and blinked hard to stop the tears. For the first time that day, he felt small.
“I’m lost,” he whispered. “Really lost.”
Then he remembered.
The Note in the Pocket
Zayn’s fingers dug into his jacket pocket. His mother’s note. He unfolded the tiny paper with shaky hands.
In her neat handwriting, it said:
Zayn, if you’re ever scared or unsure, say this from your heart:
Hasbiyallahu la ilaha illa Huwa – ‘Allah is sufficient for me; there is no god but Him.’
Allah knows where you are even when no one else does. Trust Him. He’ll guide you back.Love, Mama 💙
Zayn wiped his nose, took a deep breath, and whispered the words.
Hasbiyallahu la ilaha illa Huwa...
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
His heart didn’t stop racing, but something began to shift. He wasn’t alone. Not really. He didn’t know where his teacher was, but Allah knew exactly where he was sitting.
Trusting the Invisible Rope
Zayn decided to walk. Not randomly, but calmly. With every step, he whispered the dua and imagined a golden rope—an invisible rope from the sky—connecting his heart to Allah.
He started noticing things he hadn’t before. A cluster of trampled leaves. A dropped candy wrapper that looked just like the ones from his class snack box. Faint voices in the distance.
He followed the clues. The voices grew louder.
And then—
A shout. “Zayn? Zayn!”
He turned around and saw Miss Rania and Mr. Rauf jogging toward him, followed by a breathless Omar.
“There you are!” she cried, kneeling down and hugging him tightly. “We were so worried!”
Zayn couldn’t stop smiling. Not just because he was found—but because, deep down, he knew Who had helped him find the way.
Back Home
That evening, Zayn sat at the dinner table, a bowl of warm rice in front of him, while his mom listened to the whole story with wide eyes.
“So… what did you do when you got scared?” she asked gently.
“I panicked a little,” Zayn admitted. “But then I read your note and said the dua. It didn’t fix everything right away… but it made me feel like Allah was with me. Like He could see me even when no one else could.”
Aymen reached across the table and held his hand. “That’s exactly what it means to trust Allah. It’s not about never feeling scared. It’s about knowing Who to turn to when you are.”
Zayn nodded, a little wiser than he’d been that morning.
The Next Day at School
In class, Miss Rania asked everyone to write about something they learned on the field trip. Some kids wrote about bugs. Others about trees.
Zayn wrote:
I learned that even when I’m lost and no one can hear me, Allah still can.
He doesn’t need a map. He doesn’t need a flashlight. He just needs me to remember Him.And when I do, He sends help. Sometimes in the form of teachers, sometimes in signs…
But always in the form of hope.
Moral of the Story:
Even when you feel lost—literally or in life—Allah never loses sight of you. Saying “Hasbiyallahu la ilaha illa Huwa” reminds your heart that help is near. Trust is built not when things are easy, but when you walk through fear with faith.