When I was in solitary confinement, my wrists and ankles chained, forced to stand with my face against the wall for 18 hours a day, blood flowing from a wound caused by swelling in my leg, with the guards endlessly shouting at me, pouring ice cold water over me, and beating me; I remembered that the worst man that this Ummah ever produced, or ever will produce will eventually be admitted into Jennah, and given the equivalent of everything in this world multiplied by ten. I knew that I am not worse than this man. So I remembered that I am a king merely passing through a realm in which his status is not recognised, and patience became easy.