A tear-jerking complaint 😢

This was in December 2011. Today I was going to get the first income of my life. Got three months' salary at once and also got leave.

When I reached home it was the time of Eid. Parents, brothers, sisters, everyone was very happy. I handed over all the money to my mother. The mother set aside the third part of the amount with the intention of spending it in the name of Allah and said that with this amount she should buy ration and deliver it to the house of a widow woman who lived in a distant locality.

I went at that very moment and bought ration. Arrangements were made for me to eat puratkalluf at home.

Enjoyed delicious food with my sister and brothers and to relieve the fatigue of the journey, I snuggled up in the quilt.

My eyes were feeling heavy with sleep when suddenly the thought of that widow woman and her orphan children came to my mind. I decided to go now and deliver the goods, I was feeling weak and thought I would deliver the goods tomorrow.

But later it occurred to me that I had already enjoyed eating puratkalluf, so those children might not be hungry. At the same time, I took out a sheet from the bed, covered myself with the bag, put it on my shoulder and set out towards his house.

It was extremely cold, there was a lot of fog and there was some difficulty in lifting the heavy bag. That woman's house was in a distant locality.

Her husband worked as a laborer and she had four children. Her husband died in an accident and now there was no one to sympathize with her orphan children.

Fate is also very cruel. Sometimes it also embraces such people who have no one except Allah.

With a sea of thoughts, he reached outside the widow woman's house.

What a house it was, rather it was like a hut with one room, a small shed and a broken boundary wall. When the door was knocked a 5 year old girl came out.

Whose face showed distress, fear and hunger. I was staring at her face and praying in my heart that Allah should not bring such a time on any child. Amen

The girl was wearing an old pair of shoes and an old torn jersey in the cold winter.

The feet were open and that too in this winter so that the feet could be kept frozen. Without saying anything, I placed the ration bag on the ground. She said as soon as she saw the bag. "Is there food in it?"

I was shocked to hear this. Once again he repeated the same question. I nodded yes. The girl ran towards her mother screaming with joy, saying, Mom, the angel has come, Mom, the angel has come, Mom, the angel has come, and then two more small children ran to the door with joy. Returns.

Sometimes they were looking at me, sometimes at that bag, and were rolling with joy.

Tears started flowing from my eyes, my lips were trembling and a cold wave was running through my body.

O Allah, what is this?

Why do these children consider me, a criminal, as an angel? He was immersed in these thoughts when a woman, who was his mother, came to the door and, standing behind the door, started saying in a romantic voice...

My children were hungry for two days. It is not acceptable for me to extend my hand to anyone. My late husband also used to work hard but never extended his hand to anyone. There is no one to take care of them after they leave.

Relatives have withdrawn their hands and even the people in the locality do not help. But sometimes good-hearted people like you help.

I had been entertaining the children for two days by saying that an angel would come and bring food for us.

That's why they consider you an angel. That woman uttered a few words of thanks to Allah, gave me many blessings and thanked me.

I came back from there, tears were not stopping. I have never felt as relaxed in my life as I was today.

And realized that the spiritual peace that comes from helping a helpless person cannot be found in any other work.

There are many such people around us who, despite being Mustahiq, do not extend their hands to anyone. But they definitely wait for helping hands.

Their only survival is two meals a day. We should help such people, even if it is just a meal.

When I came home, my mother asked, "Son, where did you go so late at night without telling me?"

I said rudely...

Had gone to become an angel! On Amma's advice...

Amma's face also lit up with happiness...!

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