He was carrying a sickly unconscious woman who had two poor children to an emergency ward of a hospital. Their forms seemed to be like begging. The doctor saw the patient and spoke.
” Women have a heart attack. If no immediate help is given, she will die. For immediate treatment A lot of money is needed,” the poor children began to cry. The person sometimes sees the doctor, sometimes the patient and sometimes the children.
” What is the relation between you and her?” The doctor asked, looking at the person in confusion.
” Nothing. I drive a taxi. I saw him lying on the road; These two children were sitting beside him, crying. I have brought them here in sympathy. I give what is in my pocket; you treat it.” He took the money out of his pocket and put it on the table. The doctor looked at the money and said with a smile.
” Man! It’s a small amount of money. Need lots of money” He was looking around in frustration. Sometimes looking at the sky, sometimes toward the walls. Suddenly a glint appeared on his face.
” Dr. Sir, you save her life. This is my car’s papers guarantee. I’m coming in with money now.”
The taxi driver has gone. The doctor started first aid. After a while, he returned with two men.
” Doctor, I’ve sold a taxi. Don’t worry about the money,” he said, giving the paperwork to those who came along. Realizing the situation, a cheerful young man standing nearby began to ask.
” What does this lady look like to you.”
” I don’t know who it is. But there is a relationship that makes her life more important than my job. What about a taxi, I’ll take it for rent and earn if she dies so that these children will die alive. What will I show Allah my face on the Day of Judgment that I loved my taxi more than the life of a human being? “ People who came along were counting money and listening to my story.
” You put your money back in, let the taxi stay with him. I pay for the treatment.” Said the young man.
” No, Man! The deal is done. We are not taking a taxi, and we are giving money. Not for a taxi for the treatment. Both people speak one language.
” This old man has gone so crazy at that age, who would give him a taxi for rent. We came to the city to make money. He was selling a taxi for half the price. We had double profits. Now we will make seventy times profit. Not money either, even a good one.”
They got their money on the table and said ” Doctor sir, call us at this number if you needed more money for the treatment.” Giving his card to the doctor, he left the hospital. The taxi driver was crying.
” Man, Allah did not like my taxi. The man with the money took virtue. I was poor and empty-handed.