The Prayer of Dayan: A Child’s Faith That Brought Rain

The Prayer of Dayan

BY:Ubaid

Dayan was a kind and intelligent boy, known in his village not only for his love of studies but also for his deep respect toward his elders. He was the kind of child who listened more than he spoke, always eager to learn and always ready to help. His village was widely known for its wheat fields. Every year, golden crops would sway in the wind, bringing livelihood and joy to the farmers. But that year, things were different. The sky had withheld its mercy. Rain never came, and the soil turned hard and lifeless.

Dayan often overheard worried conversations between the elders of the village. Everywhere he went, people spoke about the failing crops, the dry earth, and the uncertain future. One evening, as he sat quietly in a corner, he listened closely to a conversation between his father and mother. His father’s voice was heavy with concern.

“I had taken a loan for repairing our house,” his father said. “I promised to repay it after the wheat harvest. But now, with no rain and no harvest, how will I keep my word? How will we survive?”

Dayan’s heart sank. He loved his father dearly and could not bear to see him so worried. That night he could not sleep. He kept thinking, How can I help my father? How can I ease his pain?

The next morning, as usual, Dayan went to the mosque for his Qur’an lesson. But his mind was elsewhere. He stumbled over his recitation, and the teacher, Molvi Sahib, noticed his distraction. After the class ended and the other children had left, Molvi Sahib gently called him closer.

“My son, you seem lost today. What troubles you?”

With tears in his eyes, Dayan shared everything—his father’s loan, the failing crops, and his own helplessness.

Molvi Sahib listened patiently, then placed his hand on Dayan’s shoulder with a warm smile. “Dayan, it makes me happy that you care so deeply for your father’s troubles. You are indeed a good son. But remember one thing, my child: human beings have very little power on their own. The same God who sends trials also provides the solutions. What you must do is turn to Him sincerely. Pray with your whole heart, and never lose hope. Allah always listens to the prayers of His servants.”

Dayan felt comforted by these words. That night, before going to bed, he asked his mother, “Please wake me up early tomorrow for prayer. I want to pray properly.” His mother smiled at his determination and promised she would.

The next morning, Dayan woke up before dawn, washed himself carefully, and stood for prayer with a heart full of hope. After finishing, he raised his small hands and whispered his first heartfelt plea:

“Dear Allah, please help my father. He is very worried because of the crops. Please send rain so that our wheat may grow. I promise I will always try to be a good child.”

The day passed, but the sky remained dry. The next day he prayed again, and the day after that, and the day after that. Days turned into weeks, yet no rain came. Still, Dayan did not lose hope. Every prayer of his was filled with the same sincerity and innocence.

One evening, his heart heavy with worry, he returned to Molvi Sahib. “Molvi Sahib, I have been praying every day, but still it hasn’t rained. Does Allah not hear me?”

Molvi Sahib smiled and said gently, “Dayan, never think like that. Allah loves the way you ask Him. Sometimes He delays the answer because He wants His servant to keep asking. Your prayers are reaching Him, my child. Keep your faith strong.”

Encouraged once more, Dayan returned home with renewed determination. The next morning, he stood again for prayer. With tears rolling down his cheeks, he raised his hands and spoke from the depths of his little heart:

“Dear Allah, I know You love me, and You want me to always speak to You like this. I am worried for my father. If our wheat harvest fails, he will not be able to repay his loan. You always fulfill the rightful wishes of Your servants. Please, please send rain for us. I will always remain Your grateful servant.”

He had not even lowered his hands when the world around him began to change. Outside, the skies darkened. Heavy, rolling clouds gathered quickly over the village. A cool breeze swept through the air, and the scent of rain filled the atmosphere. Dayan rushed out of the house and shouted with joy, “Ammi! Abbu! Come outside, look! My prayer has been answered!”

And then, as if Heaven itself had opened, the rain poured down. The dry earth drank greedily, the villagers ran outside in relief, and tears of joy filled many eyes. Dayan’s parents stood beside him, their hearts overflowing with gratitude. The little boy raised his eyes to the sky once more and whispered softly, “Thank You, Allah. I love You.”

That day, the heavens witnessed the power of a child’s sincere prayer. While the family rejoiced on earth, it seemed as though even the angels above celebrated the acceptance of that innocent plea.