Little girl poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way to 6 blocks to Rashid's Drug Store with the big Red Indian Chief sign above the door. Little girl waited patiently for the Pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Little girl (Tasneem) twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise; Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster; No good. Finally she took a coin from her Jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
"And what do you want? the Pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to my brother from Lahore whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
"Well, I want to buy an mmm." The Pharmacist stared back in the same annoyed tone. "He is really; really sick and I want to buy a miracle." "I beg your pardon?" said the Pharmacist.
"My brother name is Aslam and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save my brother now. So how much does a miracle cost?" "We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the Pharmacist said, softening a little.
"Listen, I have the money to pay for miracle. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs?" The Pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man from Lahore. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?" "I don't know," Tasneem replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."
"How much do you have?" asked the man from Lahore. "Ten and half rupees. And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to." "Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "Ten and half rupees - the exact price of a miracle for your little brother."
He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her hand and said: "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."
That well dressed man from Lahore was Dr. Ashraf Beg, a surgeon specializing in Neuro-Surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Aslam was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.
"That Surgery," her Mom whispered. "Was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?" Tasneem smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost . Ten and half rupees, plus the faith of a little girl. Noble Qur'an says: "And when I am ill, it is He Who cures me. (Qur'an 26:80)"
And Mom also knew exactly how much a miracle cost selfless devotion to their profession by doctors like Ashraf Beg. Noble Qur'an says: "Those who before them, had homes (in Medina) and had adopted the Faith; they show their selfless love and affection to those (Muslims) who came to them for refuge, and they entertain no desire in their hearts for things they give out (to the needy), but give them preference over themselves, even though poverty was their (own lot). And those saved from the covetousness of their own souls, they are the ones that achieve prosperity. (Qur'an 59:9)"
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