اگر آپ ہزاروں کتابیں، نعتیں، تصاویر، ویڈیوز، اخبار، مضامین، قبلہ نما، اوقات نماز، اسلامک گھڑی اور بہت کچھ آسانی کے ساتھ حاصل کرنا چاہتے ہیں تو بس ہمارے Islamic Tube ایپ کو پلے سٹور سے انسٹال کرو، اور بالکل مفت اور آسانی کے ساتھ اسلامک مواد حاصل کرو
ڈاؤن لوڈ کریں
In the hustle and bustle of the emergency ward, a stranger rushed inside. He carried the burden of time on his shoulders. In his arms was an unconscious woman, and behind him were two children whose faces were filled with terror and eyes with tears. The doctor checked the patient, placed a hand on her heart, and said in a cold tone, "It's a heart attack. Immediate treatment is necessary, otherwise, survival is difficult." Hearing this, the children clung to their mother and burst into tears. That stranger—an old man dressed in worn-out clothes—looked at the woman, then at the children, and began searching for a ray of hope in the doctor's eyes. The doctor gently asked, "Who is she to you?" He bowed his head and said softly, "Nobody... I drive a taxi. I found her lying by the roadside... the children were crying... my heart didn't agree to leave them... so I just brought her here." Then, he put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a few crumpled notes, and placed them on the doctor's table, saying, "This is all I have... Allah will manage the rest." The doctor looked at the notes, smiled faintly, and said, "Old man, this is very little. The treatment is expensive..." The old taxi driver was not one to give up. Looking at the walls and then raising his eyes towards the sky, a sudden light of hope flashed across his face. "Doctor Saab! You start the treatment. Here, take the documents of my car, I will bring the money right away." Saying this, he rushed out. After a short while, he returned with two stranger men. He had cash in his hand and a light of gratitude in his eyes. "I have sold my taxi. Please take the money, just save her life." A young man standing nearby asked in astonishment, "Who is this woman to you?" The old man smiled, "Nobody. But my heart says there is some connection... which made her life more precious to me than my taxi. A taxi can be bought again, but if she dies, these children will die while still alive. And what face will I show to my Lord on the Day of Judgment?" The buyers who came with him were now silent. One of them spoke softly, "Keep your money back, old man. The taxi is yours, and so is the reward for this good deed. We will pay for the treatment." The second man agreed, saying, "We came for a business deal, but we found a good deed instead. We have received a seventy-fold profit." They placed the money on the table and left, saying as they departed, "Doctor Saab, if more money is needed, please call us, here is our card." The old man stood there, watching them leave with tearful eyes, and then softly murmured: "Baboo... Allah did not like my taxi... the good deed went into the destiny of the wealthy ones... and me? I am left empty-handed again." But perhaps he did not know that the hands that are empty are the very ones that rise towards the sky first... and the heart that is filled with goodness, its destiny is never truly empty.
