"A Glass of Milk"*

*Title: "A Glass of Milk"*

In a small, quiet village nestled between hills and dusty roads, lived a poor boy named *Hassan*. He was the eldest of five siblings, and since his father had passed away, he worked odd jobs to feed his family. Life was hard, and some days went by with just a piece of bread or nothing at all.

One rainy afternoon, weak with hunger, Hassan wandered the village looking for work or help. Soaked from head to toe, cold and tired, he reached a large house at the edge of the village. He hesitated but then knocked on the door, ashamed but desperate.

A young woman named *Sara* opened the door. She was around 20, kind-faced, and dressed modestly. She looked at the skinny, shivering boy standing before her and instantly felt compassion.

“Can I help you?” she asked gently.

With a low voice and downcast eyes, Hassan replied, “I’m sorry to bother you. I haven’t eaten for two days. If you could spare just a piece of bread... I’ll be very grateful.”

: Sara looked at him for a moment, then nodded and disappeared inside. He expected a dry piece of roti or maybe nothing at all. But to his surprise, she returned with a *glass of warm milk and two pieces of buttered bread*.

“Here, eat this first,” she said with a smile. “Then you can tell me more.”

Hassan stared at the milk for a moment, then drank it slowly, savoring every drop. It was the first time in weeks he had felt warmth—not just in his body, but in his heart.

“Thank you,” he whispered, tears forming in his eyes. “I will never forget this.”

Sara only smiled and said, “One day, help someone else when they need it.”

Years went by. Hassan, determined to change his life, studied at night, worked during the day, and eventually won a scholarship to study medicine in the city. He worked hard, graduated with honors, and became a successful doctor—one of the best in the country.

Meanwhile, Sara lived a simple life in her village. She never married, spent her life caring for her elderly mother, and continued helping others quietly. But one winter, she fell seriously ill. The local doctors couldn't treat her condition, and she was rushed to the *city hospital*—the same one where Hassan now worked as a senior consultant.

When Hassan reviewed her case, he was stunned. The name seemed familiar. He requested to meet the patient—and when he saw her, though she was older and frail, he recognized her instantly. *The same woman who had once offered him milk and bread when he was a starving child.*

He didn’t tell her who he was.

Instead, he said warmly, “Don’t worry. We will take care of you.”

Sara underwent weeks of treatment. It was difficult and expensive, but Hassan personally oversaw her care. He made sure she had the best doctors, the best medicine, and the best room. Slowly, she recovered.

Finally, the day came when Sara was ready to be discharged. She looked nervous, worried about the hospital bill. She knew she could never afford the kind of care she had received.

When the nurse handed her the bill, she opened it with trembling hands. But something unexpected happened.

Sara’s eyes filled with tears. She pressed the paper to her chest and whispered a prayer.

She remembered the little boy who had stood at her door, hungry and wet, so many years ago.

She had forgotten the moment, but he had not.

*Moral of the Story:*

*Kindness, no matter how small, never goes unnoticed. An act of true humanity can change someone’s life—and often, that goodness comes back when you least expect it. Give without expecting, and life will return it in beautiful ways.*

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