 One afternoon at the cafeteria, a brother approached me and asked me to do a haram that I had made toba for, and I declined and explained why. Fortunately, the brother understood. Later on that evening, I was sitting in the cell in his prison cell, decompressing from the stress of the day. I had grown exceptionally weary of the unit that I had been on. He said it was really causing a strain on my mental well-being. I briefly recalled the hadith of the companions of the cave. I spoke to Allah in my mind, remembering the would-be transaction. A thought occurred, if you know I did that for your sake, put me on the bus out of here. He said not a moment later, I shook my head while thinking, don't mind me, I'm a fool. He's like saying Allah, I'm sorry. Don't mind me, I'm a fool. During a raktime, the guard came around with his count and he stopped at my cell and informed me that I would be going on a bus. I thought things like this only happened to people in hadith, but it happened to me.