Similar to this story of Mr. Khandahari, was one narrated to me by late Hajj Muhammad Kuwait around thirty-five years ago, when I performed Hajj in his company. He narrated:

Once my cousin had loaded coconuts on his ship and set out from Mumbai to Dubai. In normal circumstances, he should have reached there in a week's time, but even after three days there was no news of his.

We became certain that he was shipwrecked and drowned. So we also held a mourning assembly (Fatiha Khwani Majlis) for him. After one month, his ship appeared in the sea, but in such a way that his main sail post was broken and its canvas was gone. They brought themselves to the shore with the help of oars and narrated what had befallen them.

He explained: After setting out from Mumbai, suddenly one day a strange kind of storm occurred and it destroyed the sail post, to which the canvas was attached. The canvas was also torn up into pieces. After the sea fell quiet, we were forced to sail with the help of oars and were able to cover only a few kilometers everyday till our drinking water was exhausted. We were compelled to open the coconuts and drink its water.

At last, when the coconuts were also exhausted, due to extreme heat and thirst we lost out sense of perception, movement, fell into a swoon and were about to die. Suddenly a piece of cloud arrived and started raining on us. We opened our mouths. When water passed into our throats, we were able to move. We kept the utensils outside. When they were filled, we poured them into the water pot, till it overflowed.

Then the cloud went away and today when we have somehow reached Dubai, that water is also over.