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He fell.

In that moment, the people of Antakya saw a sliver of the truth: Habib, their despised neighbor, walking in gardens beneath which rivers flow. They saw his limp gone. They saw his face radiant.

Sadiq was the first to speak in the main square. “O people, carve no gods from stone. The One who sends down rain and splits the seed is your only Lord.”

Ameen stood on the riverbank the next day. “I ask no wage from you. My reward is only with the Lord of all worlds. Why would I not worship Him who created you?”

Habib raised a trembling hand. “O my people! Follow the messengers. Follow those who ask no wage and are rightly guided. Why should I not worship the One who brought me into being? To Him is your return.”

But he did not fall dead. As his soul rose, the earth shook with a single, merciful tremor—not of destruction, but of unveiling. The sky split, and a voice that was not a voice said: Enter Paradise.

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