what goes around comes around....

[lyesh]

what goes around comes around....
this is a really nice story, i hope it touches you as much as it touched me

"He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so . was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Haisham." Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Haisham crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Haisham just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Haisham never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Haisham added, "And think of me." He waited until she started her car and drove off.
It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. she had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Haisham. After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you d Do not let this chain of love end with you." Under the napkin were four more $100 bills. Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day.
That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard.. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be all right. I love you, Haisham." There is an old saying "What goes around comes around." Today, I sent you this story, and I'm asking you to pass it on ... Let this light shine.

[Malsidabym]

This is an old story, it is very good. In the original Haisham's name is John, I wonder why someone changed his name?
Anyway, whatever the name it is a really good story.
Good post.

[IbnAbdulHakim]

This is an old story, it is very good. In the original Haisham's name is John, I wonder why someone changed his name?
Anyway, whatever the name it is a really good story.
Good post.

maybe the original is haisham and someone changed it to john LOL ;D :okay:

[lyesh]

LOL bro...

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[rizwana87]

ive read this before but mashallah still a really good story!

[Tania]

I was surprised by the ending... never thought the waitress its his wife :)

[lyesh]

me 2...

[Ferrari1981]

Source: A friend

What goes around, comes around!

He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the
road.

But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help.

So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His
Pontiac was stillsputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had
stopped to help for the last hour or so ... was he going to hurt her? He
didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He
knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.

He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the
car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Khalifa."

Well, all she had was a flat tyre, but for an old lady, that was bad enough.
Khalifa crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his
knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tyre. But he had to
get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled
down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was
from Babylon and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him
enough for coming to her aid.

Khalifa just smiled as he closed her trunk.. She asked him how much she owed him.
Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful
things that could have happened had he not stopped.

Khalifa never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him.
This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who
had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way,and it never
occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to
pay him back,the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could
give that person the assistance they needed, and Khalifa added, "And pray for me."

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold
and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home,
disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe.
She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made
the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant.

Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her.
The cash register was like the telephone of an out-of-work actor - it didn't ring much.
The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair.
She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase.
The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she
never let the strain and aches change her attitude.

The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving
to a stranger. Then she remembered Khalifa. After the lady finished her meal,
and the waitress went to get change for her hundred dinar bill, the lady
slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back.

The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something
written on the napkin under which were four hundred dinarbills.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote:
"You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped
me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back,
here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you."

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve,
but the waitress made it through another day.

That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she
was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the
lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the
baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her
husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss
and whispered soft and low,
"Everything is going to be all right. I love you, Khalifa."

Holy Quran says: "But
he who gives to others more out of his own will then it is
better for his own self..." (2:184)
There is an old saying "What goes around comes around." Today, I sent you this story, and I'm asking you to pass it on ... Let this light shine. Don't put it under a basket. Please pass this on to a friend.

[Curious girl2]

That is so beautiful.

Peace CG

[sapphire]

brought tears to my eyes:cry:

Subhanallah tht was a beautifull story mashallah!!! great lesson learnt in it!!

[BlissfullyJaded]

:sl:

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Jazakallah khair for sharing.

[*noor]

assalaamu alaikum

wow, this story should be a lesson for all....i actually teared up a bit