4 Preface يَومَ يَكونُ النّاسُ كَالفَراشِ المَبثوثِYusuf Ali(It is) a Day whereon men will be like moths scattered about,1Moths are frail light things. To see them scattered about in a violent storm gives some idea of the confusion, distress, and helplessness in which men will be at first overwhelmed on the Day of Account. Old memories will be like a book almost blotted out. New hopes will be vague in a new world just rising on the horizon. But it will be a perfectly just world, and no good action will be lost and no evil one but will have its compensating value estimated.