Once upon a time, there lived a boy in a village. His parents were very poor and had a hard time. The boy was very fond of reading but was unable to continue his studies due to a lack of resources. He was living a life of poverty, so he was well aware of the pain of poverty.
When he saw the poor people of the village dying without treatment, he used to pray to the Almighty God to help me so that he can become a Dakar and help these poor people. When he saw the condition of his old parents, he used to work with them as soon as he came from school.
Finally, the day came when his parents’ resources to educate him were exhausted, so he lost his courage and left school. He used to serve his parents day and night and used to work with them in the fields. Finally, one day his parents fell ill. There was not enough money to get treatment. He went to the village of Chaudhary to beg for money, but he despised him and expelled him from his mansion.
That little boy was reading something with his face towards the sky as if he was saying, “O Lord, I am satisfied with your pleasures, I am patient considering these sufferings as your pleasure and test.” Finally, the little boy took his parents to a hospital in the city. He didn’t have enough money to get treatment, he kept crying and pleading with the doctors, but the residents of the hospital pushed him out of the hospital and his parents died there in his hands. What will happen to this little soul at that time?
If I want to describe his condition with my words, my words do not have the power to describe his feelings. I am satisfied with your pleasures, I am patient considering these pains as your pleasure and test. Finally, the little boy took his parents to a hospital in the city. He didn’t have enough money to get treatment, he kept crying and pleading with the doctors, but the residents of the hospital pushed him out of the hospital and his parents died there in his hands. What will happen to this little soul at that time?
If I want to describe his condition with my words, my words do not have the power to describe his feelings. I am satisfied with your pleasures, I am patient considering these pains as your pleasure and test. Finally, the little boy took his parents to a hospital in the city. He didn’t have enough money to get treatment, he kept crying and pleading with the doctors, but the residents of the hospital pushed him out of the hospital and his parents died there in his hands. What will happen to this little soul at that time? If I want to describe his condition with my words, my words do not have the power to describe his feelings.
Weeping and sobbing, he reached the village carrying the frail bodies of his parents and like such anonymous human beings, his parents’ bodies were buried. Despite breaking the mountain of sorrows, he did not consider it appropriate to complain to his Lord and made up his mind that one day he would definitely become a Dakkar. Then he started going to school. It was summer days and everyone would be thirsty, that child would buy ice for 20 paisa as soon as he came from school and fill a bucket with water and put ice in it and go to the railway station and sell a glass for 25 paisa. Time passed like this. He kept saving his money for his higher education.
The flow of time moved at a fast pace and the same 25 paisa life starts and the stumbling blocks of time made him a famous brain surgeon of the country. And devoted himself to the service of the poor. And he built a big hospital in the city and gave free treatment to every deserving person and loved his patients very much and asked them to pray for my parents.
Then suddenly nature brought him to a point where he saw in his eyes the helpless scene of his parents that happened years ago. One day the only son of the same Chaudhary of the village was brought to a city hospital in a life and death struggle, he had a tumor in his brain and he had few hours to live. Chowdhury kept walking around with his son. So much money was demanded for the treatment that it was beyond the reach of Chaudhary. Finally, someone said that go to such and such a hospital, there is a doctor who is a very good person, he is very kind to God’s creation. That Chaudhary finally arrived at the door of the hospital of the same young man whom this Chaudhary pushed out of his door years ago, but the Chaudhary did not know that today Allah has placed him helpless and helpless on the door of the same young man. Gar brought up.
Seeing Chaudhary, this compassionate young doctor recognized and encouraged that if Allah has written the life of your child, nothing will happen to him. Saying this, he immediately proceeded to the operation theater and after eight hours of successful operation, he came out with tears in his eyes and congratulated Chaudhary. Chowdhury clung helplessly to the doctor as if saying he had no words to express his gratitude. Giving encouragement, the doctor turned to his staff members and quietly asked them not to demand any kind of expenses from him but to help them in every possible way.
Chowdhury was so impressed by the kindness of this good-hearted doctor that he would return to the village and tell everyone the story of the doctor’s love and sincerity. But he didn’t know that it was the same young man who had been pushed out of his door by a stumbling block.
That young doctor went straight to the mosque after the operation and prayed to the Lord like this:
“Ya Allah knows that I love Your servants for Your pleasure, I serve them for Your pleasure.” So agree with me. So agree with my parents. And to make this action of mine forgiveness for me on the Day of Judgment. Amen. Friends
! Doctors are like that. What has happened to our doctors these days, they don’t know that they are skinning poor people. But there must be doctors like this young compassionate person in the world. I wish there was a doctor like this kind-hearted person among our doctors who could understand the pain and suffering of others for the sake of Allah Ta’ala and remove them.