An emotionally gripping journey of survival turned into spiritual revival.
When we arrived in the small village of Dandaji, it didn’t feel like a place that had turned its back on Allah — it felt more like a place that had been forgotten by the world.
There was no mosque, no call to prayer, no Friday gathering. The people still believed, yes… but survival had swallowed their faith. They were too tired to worship, too busy searching for water, too broken to remember how it felt to bow in peace.
We met a young man named Umaru. He used to be the village muezzin, the one who called others to prayer. But even his voice had gone quiet.
“No one comes anymore,” he told us, eyes low. “We are always walking. Walking for water. Sometimes eight hours in the sun. When we come back, there’s no strength left to pray.”
I could not help but break down in tears. Why should something as basic as water be the reason an entire village stopped worshipping Allah?
I made up my mind to personally take this up. I would not wait to call for donations before I act, I swung into action immediately, even if it meant giving everything I had.
The joy of seeing a whole community return to Allah was of greater joy and fulfillment to me.
I wired a chunk of my savings, mobilized my team, and we immediately got to work.
Day after day, under scorching heat, our team worked. And when the borehole finally struck water, the whole village gathered as it rose. Clean. Cold. Flowing.
But the miracle didn’t stop there.
Umaru rang the Adhan for the first time in years. His voice cracked from emotion. Old women cried. Children washed their hands and faces for the first proper ablution of their lives.
And the mosque? They reopened it that same day.
Now, five times a day, the call to prayer echoes through the trees of Dandaji. The people gather. They pray. They are no longer just surviving — they’re living in the remembrance of Allah.
I watched them bow in prayers for the first time in many years, tears flowed down my cheek, this time, for joy.
That’s what your giving can do.
It doesn’t just give water.
It brings back worship.
It revives faith.
It turns forgotten places into living testaments of Allah’s mercy.
Would you be the next reason an entire village finds its way back to their Allah?