The desert city sank in a rainstorm the likes of which had not been seen for hundreds of years. People drowned in the tunnels as they were not familiar with such a flow of water. The boy heard his parents talking about a man who had drowned in the tunnel. That night, his fertile imagination portrayed him in his dreams experiencing horrific scenes of disaster. He found himself on an island of horror. The water was surrounding him on all sides. Eventually, a savior came to him-a sheikh in a white dress who extended his hand to him, saying, "My son, why did you not learn to swim?" The boy woke up, but the dream never left his mind. His first request to his father was to enter him in swimming school. The boy's persistence and tenacity made him one of the best swimmers in the city. His perseverance inspired all the members of his family to indulge in the same experiment. They all learned to swim, but the small family learned a great deal from this experience. They learned that lessons in the school of life do not stop until the last half, and the family members have become happier because they feel that they are part of the fabric of their society and of the larger society of humankind.