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A Muslim

When faith meets poverty, only humanity can heal the pain.

By shahkar jalalPublished 2 months ago 5 min read

It is raining heavily. It is the cold season. The morning dew spreads its leaves with pleasure. Tabani Tawra has prayed the morning prayer but is still sitting on the bed. The rosary beads are on the fire. The little ones are still sleeping. Tabani Tawra woke up and after a while she prayed, then she burst into tears. She gathered the bed, woke the children up, took them to the mosque and went to the animal house herself. Chamani left the house and went to the animal house. Abby, what have you done? It will crack. Tabani said. God will tell me. I will give you alms. It is winter. The same night of the year has passed. It will be rainy. Chamani will be with you. Now, do you see us working? If you fall, we will be in another sorrow.

She cooked the rice, lowered the pan and put the pot on the fire. Tabani went to the cowshed. A short while later, she came back from the mosque and sat down with her mother in the barn. Tabana came out of the barnyard. The teapot was blue. The teapot was cracked. She quickly scolded him and said, "Oh, mother, come, my dear, eat the teapot. The fire was hot and the fire was burning. Tabani's aunt came to her. She was lying on the floor in pain and was crying. She gave him something to drink. She said, "I don't want you to be afraid of me."The crack will crack. Tabani cried out in painful sorrow. Why, why, my hand will break. The grass slowly led her to the room. She did not let go of her hand. The girl, Naz, and the child were sent to the house by the neighbors, saying, "If there is a big man in the house who has brought a car, my crack will crack. The doctor will take care of it."

Tabana was taken to the village doctor's office. The doctor gave her a painkiller and then she didn't say anything. "I'll give her some medicine, but I'll give her some medicine so she can get some rest." But her hand is broken by a Hindu. She will have to take a big doctor to operate on her. Chamni brought Tabana's uncle and the police to her house and contacted Salim on her mobile. He will take her to the village. She has a fractured skull. Her hand is broken. The doctor's office was full of medicine. He will take her to the hospital to have an operation. Salim also made his way to the village in the east rain.

Salim was the blind eye of Tabani's uncle. Some people worked as laborers, some stayed home for a day or two a week, and the rest stayed at home. In the afternoon, when the rain had stopped, Salim came home. His mother was crying. Salim gave up and asked for forgiveness at that time. He took her to the bar. I had reached the city in the evening and had not taken the number of the orthopedic doctor, but he was in such a hurry that he waited and waited. He heard the news of ten o'clock. Salim again and again thanked the computer.He complained that his mother's hand was broken and in pain, otherwise the previous number would be correct, but the computer would also be like this again and again. There are many people fasting and everyone is in pain. Your number cannot be called. Finally, when the doctor was tired and did not make any noise, he took his mother to his quarters. Tabani himself was not afraid of Zubairgi. Instead, Salim, if anyone went out for a moment, he stopped reading. There too, the doctors were crazy because they did not come to the offices. The patients were crying and screaming in pain all night. The doctors were exhausted in the morning. But when Tabani's X-rays and a full examination were done, it was already half a day. The doctor, who looked at the X-rays and the X-rays, told Salim that Abi's hand was broken, but another thing is that he was listening a lot at that time, so the broken bones had also damaged the flesh. He will have to have an operation. Crowe said, "That's right, Doctor Sabb, but the cough will come back. The doctor said, 'If you do this surgery, you'll have to go out.'"

So it will cost you sixty or a thousand rupees and if you do it here then this thirty thousand rupees is your house. Salim's face changed. He said, "I have thirty thousand rupees with me." But he looked at his pocket and then he said to the doctor, "Doctor, sir, thirty thousand rupees is more than enough to pay." The doctor immediately said, "Brother, this is a fixed amount of sand. It is not enough to pay." Salim looked disappointed and said, "But the doctor, I don't have that much money."Someone angrily threw the X-ray on the table. You found it. You're going home. You heard a scream. You pulled out a chair and sat down. Salim stood there for a moment and then started touching the X-ray.

Salim came to his mother's house, she told him that he would be fine, the problem was not so much, but he was worried about how he would manage his daily life. He did not go out, he used to use his mobile to contact his friends, but someone also gave him a loan. The uncle saw the signs of disappointment on Salim's face, but poverty must have made him sad. Finally, someone taught him Hakim, who was an expert in broken bones and also a caregiver. Salim was so kind that he took him to his house. Hakim, who looked at the X-rays and plasters, smiled and said, "I don't have money anywhere, this is not such a problem. It's just that my mother is broken and her body is normal. I will take care of her and treat her. We will only spend three thousand rupees on her and the work will be guaranteed." Salim was happy and thanked God. He took her out and gave Hakim permission to operate.

When Tabani's hand surgery was done and he regained consciousness, Salim was so happy that Hakim Sahib had shown us so much kindness and consideration, and the matter was resolved with consolation. Tabani, who had seen the doctors' behavior, prayed for Hakim's success in light of that. Finally, he said, My child, may God protect us from our Muslimness. Hakim smiled, looked at Salim, Salim lowered his head and regretted being a Muslim and lslam.

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