Lose Rate

A young man lived in Makkah. God-fearing, God-fearing, but very poor. One day the young man was walking through the streets of Mecca for a living. Suddenly I saw a rate. Seeing no one else around, he picked up the necklace. Came to the harem in search of the owner. At that time an announcement was made: - I have lost a rate. If you find a kind brother, return it to God. The young man said: I went ahead. I said: How is your rate?