#Taxi driver
He entered the emergency ward of the hospital with a fainting woman. He had two young children with him. They looked like beggars. The doctor looked at the patient and said.
"This women has had a heart attack. If immediate help is not given, she will die. A lot of money is needed for urgent treatment," the children started screaming. That person would sometimes see the doctor, sometimes the patient and sometimes the children.
What does it look like to you? The doctor asked, looking at the man in confusion.
nothing. I drive a taxi. I saw him lying on the road, these two children sitting next to him were crying. I am brought here in sympathy. I give what is in my pocket. He took out the money from his pocket and placed it on the table.The doctor looked at the money and said with a smile.
Old man ! This is very little money.
Need a lot of money. He was looking around helplessly. Sometimes looking at the sky, sometimes at the walls. Suddenly a glow appeared on his face.
Doctor ! You save his life. These are my car's warranty documents. I bring money now.
He has gone. The doctor started first aid. After a while he came back with two people.
Doctor! I have sold the taxi. Don't worry about money. He said while giving the car documents to the attendants. Sensing the situation, a cheerful young man standing nearby asked.
What does this woman look like to you?I don't know who they are. But there is definitely a relationship whose life is more important to me than my job. What about a taxi, I will hire one. If it dies, these children will also die alive. How will I show my face to Allah on the Day of Resurrection that I loved my taxi more than the life of a human being?
The people who came along were counting the money and were also listening to the whole story.
You keep your money back, let him keep his taxi. I will pay for the treatment.
The young man said.
No babu! The deal is done. We are not even taking taxis and giving money. Not for taxis but for treatment.
Both people spoke the same language.
It's grown up crazy. At this age, who will hire a taxi for him?We came to earn. It was selling taxis at half price. We had double profits. Now we will earn seventy times profit. If there is no money, then there is no good.
He got up placing the money on the table.
"Doctor! And if necessary, call us on this number." he left the hospital giving his card to the doctor.
The taxi driver was crying.
Baba! Allah did not like my taxi, the rich took away the good and I was left empty-handed."
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