A True Story From the Life of Shaykh Abd Al-Qadir Al-Jilani.

( this is in the time of Shaykh Abd-Al Qādir Al-Jilani) 

A man named Abdul-Samad ibn Humam was one of the wealthiest men in Baghdad. A worldly, proud and arrogant man, he believed he owned the world and the people who worked for him. He supposed he could control them, doing with them what ever he pleased. A materialist in every sense of the word, he disliked the Shaykh profoundly and denied his miracles. He relates:
" As you know, iv never liked the Shaykh. Although I am a man I means and have all that I wish, I ws never content, happy or at peace. One Friday, as I was passing by his school, I heard the call of prayer. I said to myself, 'let's take a closer look at this man who impresses others with his so called miracles. I'll go and make my Friday prayer in his mosque.' The mosque was packed solid. I pushed myself forward in the in crowd and found a place right at the foot of the pulpit. The Shaykh started delivering his sermon and the things he said angered me. All of a sudden I had a terrible urgent need to relieve myself. There was no way out of the mosque. I was filled with horror and shame, as I was about to defecate right there and then. My anger toward the Shaykh increased. At that moment he calmly descended the steps of the pulpit and stood above me. While continuing to talk, he covered me with the skirt of his cloak. All if a sudden i found myself I a beautiful green valley where a pure brook flowed. There was no one around. I relieved myself and cleansed myself and took ablution in the brook. As I decided to make my prayer, I found myself again under the Shaykh's cloak. He lifted it from me and returned up the steps of the pulpit. I was awestruck. Not only was my belly comfortable but so was my heart. All the discontent, anger and negative feelings had been wiped out of it. After the prayer I left the mosque and walked home. On the way, I realized that I had lost the key to my safe. I went back to the mosque and look for it, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I had a hard time getting the locksmith to open my safe. The next day I had to go on a business trip. Three days out of baghdad we passed by a very beautiful valley. It was as if a force pulled us to the Side of a  beautiful brook. I realized immediately that this was the place I had been and the brook where I had washed myself. I washed myself again at the same place. There I found the lost key to my safe! When I returned to Baghdad I became a follower of the shaykh." Subhanallah, this is a true story. When it comes down to religion, you need an open mind.