There was a poor family of three which consisted of a mother, a father and a young daughter who was in primary school. They didn’t have much but they could just barely survive from day to day. Alhamdulillah. Although they were not rich in terms of money, they were rich in terms of happiness and peace.
They were good practising Muslims, always praying their five daily prayers on time and always obeying Allah’s rules and fearing His punishment.
They were afraid of displeasing Allah, so they always chose to follow His laws no matter how hard it got. It was difficult living in this place, but they persevered on. Their village back home had no available jobs and times were bleak. Therefore, they had to migrate to this big, old town for a better life. School was also free for needy students there.
One day, the father of the family was tested with a huge test. He had to leave the country for many months for his job. His wife and daughter had no choice but to stay with the wife’s dad’s small apartment in the next town, until he got home. He left the family with a little amount of provision. Just enough for them to survive those months without him.
A month passed and the daughter suddenly fell very ill. She had a terribly high fever and her right side was aching. The mother was very worried indeed. But she didn’t have any money to send her daughter to the clinic. There was just not enough cash to spare. She wanted to call her husband, but she did not want to worry him. Furthermore, they did not have a telephone in the house. She would have to go the payphone at the milk bar to call her husband. And that would cost money. Calling overseas was not cheap at all. Therefore, she decided not to tell her husband yet.
All she could do was to pray 2 rakáahs to Allah (swt) every now and then. She put a small wet towel on the girl’s head and a bigger one on her body and made duáa to Allah, again and again, asking Him sincerely to help them. She read some Quran every few hours and tried to calm herself down.
Alhamdulillah, Allah was keeping her hopeful, patient and at peace, generally. She knew Allah will take care of them.
She kept giving her daughter cuddles and paracetamol. Alhamdulillah, praise and thanks to Allah, the paracetamol was working in keeping the daughter’s high fever under control, but the medicine was running out.
They had to even use the grandfather’s fever medication. But her fever was not going away. No doubt, the mother was very certainly still a little scared and worried for her child, but she had no choice. Her eyes were wet with tears whenever she made her duáas. In her heart, she knew that everything that is given by Allah is good for her.
Asking the neighbours for assistance was out of the question. She was too shy. She knew no one in her father’s neighbourhood. She was also very careful about not asking people for money. She was not raised to beg or ask people for loans.
The grandfather was also a very quiet man, always keeping himself busy with just praying at the nearby mosque and reading books from the library, now that he had retired and walking with a walking frame. He made more duáa too, seeing how hard the situation was for his daughter and granddaughter.
A few days went by. Both the mother and the grandfather were getting more and more worried. The little girl was still not improving. In fact, her temperature seemed to be slightly increasing with each passing day. The last dose of medicine was almost gone.