Nūḥ

Sent to a people who had turned righteous ancestors into idols; his call was one sentence — worship the Creator alone — repeated for nine hundred and fifty years.

Mockery by day, plots by night, a son and a wife who refused, and a nobility that demanded he expel the poor believers.

The ark — built on dry land under ridicule, vindicated by the flood that answered his people's own challenge.

Patience is measured in decades, not moods; results belong to God — the call belongs to the caller.