Once I was coming to Dhaka from Khulna by a launch. It takes two days to reach Dhaka by launch. The weather was very fine and the sky was quite clear. The river was also calm. The launch was moving smoothly. We all the passengers were enjoying the beautiful natural scenery of the vast green field. Every wave that dashed against our launch increased our thrill and joy. Suddenly after the sun had set, the weather turned foul. There were deep dark clouds in the sky. All on a sudden, a violent storm arose. We all the passengers were terribly upset for the upcoming danger. The launch was not so big in size. Besides, there was no lifeboat in the launch. The storm caused the river water swell. There were heavy waves which dashed against the launch. It seemed to me that the strong waves might cause the rift in the launch. We all were thinking that we might meet with watery graves. We lost the hope of survival. So we began to take the name of Almighty Allah loudly. But at last, we were saved by His Marcy.