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Aziaf
05-13-2007, 10:10 PM
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What goes around comes around…:statisfie

He almost didn’t see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of the day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still spluttering when he approached her.
Even with a smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help her 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 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 tire, 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 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 Babylon and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Khalifa just smiled as he closed the 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 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 twighlight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small café. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before he 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 has a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the wole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed that 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 o get change for her hundred dinar bill, the lady slipped out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back.
The waitress wondered where the old lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin under which were four hundred dinar bills.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote:
“You didn’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me, the way I am 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 hug and whispered soft and low, “Everything is going to be all right, I love you Khalifa.”

:statisfie
The Holy Qur’an says: “If you give alms openly, it is well, and if you hide it and give it to the needy, it is better for you… (2:271)
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