The Blessing of Amma A Tale of Care Devotion and Miracles

The Blessing of Amma: A Tale of Care, Devotion, and Miracles

BY:Khan

Asma Zaidi entered the house and found his wife sitting there, crying. Concerned, he asked what had happened. Through her sobs, she said, “Today, he hit my mother again because she insisted on something… and he hit her so hard…” She began crying even more violently.

“What’s wrong with you? She’s your mother, not yours, and probably she raised her voice,” Asma Zaidi responded, trying to console her.

But his wife replied bitterly, “Do you even know? That poor woman has paralysis.”

Asma Zaidi was shocked. “You never told me she was paralyzed before.”

“It’s okay. What can we do?” she said, with a sigh.

I felt a tug in my heart to take her mother home for a few days, to care for her properly. I suggested the idea.

“Are you out of your mind? Why would I take on someone else’s burden?” she said sharply.

I tried to reason with her, “Just for a week. You know, your mother hardly has anyone to care for her.”

“No, it’s impossible,” she insisted.

I asked gently, “Then why did he insist on leaving her with us?”

My wife’s eyes filled with tears. “He never dies, even with all this… I’ve told you countless times.”

Finally, she sat beside me and said softly, “Alright. You can take her, but just try and see how it goes.”

I worried—what if he agreed but my wife couldn’t handle caring for him full-time? What if the woman became a permanent responsibility? I voiced my concerns.

My wife smiled warmly. “Even better! Then she’ll be fully under our care, and we can ensure she’s treated well.”

The next evening, after much thought, I visited his house. I told him, “My wife knows how to treat paralysis with spiritual healing, using the Quran. She wants to help your mother.”

He didn’t react with joy, so I continued, “However, she will need to stay at our house for a week.”

A mix of embarrassment and relief washed over his face. After some discussion, he agreed. I added, “Treatment may take fifteen to twenty days, maybe more.” He smiled even wider, “I want my mother to recover, even if it takes a month.”

And so, she came to live with us. The old woman, dressed in faded white clothes, looked fragile and worn. Poor nutrition and lack of care had made her condition worse. My wife, with all her heart and resources, devoted herself entirely to her care. She bought new bedding, blankets, clothes, and ensured she received proper meals. Slowly, a spark returned to the old woman’s face.

Days passed unnoticed. A month went by. Initially, her daughter-in-law visited every other day, then four-day gaps appeared, then weekly. Eventually, she stopped visiting altogether. I told my wife, “Now the responsibility is yours.” She was happy to take it on.

As the old woman’s health improved, her energy returned, and her face lit up with a radiant smile. At the same time, my own life flourished; my business began prospering as if blessings were showering upon me. In a single year, I managed to open three shops.

Three years later, the three of us—my wife, the old woman, and I—performed Hajj. We later purchased a five-hundred-square-yard house in Gulistan-e-Johar and settled there. The old woman lived with us for seven years, constantly blessing us, and filling our home with warmth. By her grace and prayers, my wife and I were finally blessed with children.

Today, she is no longer with us, but her absence is deeply felt. Recently, my wife was unusually cheerful. Curious, I asked why. She shared a dream:

“I saw the Day of Judgment. Everyone was standing in confusion, including me. Then Amma came, held my hand, and said, ‘Come, mineera, I will help you cross the Sirat Bridge.’ She led me through a beautiful garden, which eventually opened to a vast field. She said, ‘It’s done. The bridge is crossed.’ I laughed with joy, and then I woke up.”

I smiled and said, “That’s a wonderful dream. But did you not think of me?”

She chuckled. “Well, someday someone will help you across too. Amen.”

I never told her that I had seen a similar dream, with the only difference being that Amma held my hand and led me to where Mineera was waiting on the other side of the Sirat Bridge.