7 May 2008


I received this email from my beloved mum (oh I miss you!) this morning. I haven't read about it before, but I bet such tale is widely circulated in this virtual world, probably in a different version. It is a simple story about a girl, whose brother is in critical state of health. She loves her brother so much that she was determined to 'buy' miracle to cure her brother. She found the miracle she was looking for eventually, in the most unexpected way and place. Well, I do not want to spoil the story just yet.

I was touched indeed when I first read it. It is simple yes, but the nature of a child whose sincerity and innocence are so pure, that somehow we might think it is complex in the real world nowadays. Look around. Where is the humanity we loud for? Look at Darfur! Deaths and rapes happen every single second as if they are an inevitable norm. Look at Palestine! It is surrounded by bloody rich Muslim countries, yet it is alone, forced to starve, suffer to death. I don't have to come out with more examples, do I?? It is blatant obvious! Everywhere in this world, humanity is suffering from a chronic heart disease; lack of empathy, compassion, and love.

Ah, how I long for my perfect model of the world; peace and free, where everyone is as pure as the girl's heart. But hey, I am standing on the real world eh? The history has indeed taught us a very useful lesson. As early as when Adam was sent to earth, human has started to hate and kill each other, depicted by the tragic death of Abel at the hand of Cain (Habil and Qabil). And since then, human being has not looked back. They probably killed each other more often and frequent than they killed animals for food and clothes...

We do indeed, in a desperate need of miracle. One huge miracle. Only Allah can bring back all the mess created by us into one piece, as human has failed to become His khalifah in this world.

Oh well.. I should stop now huh? I don't want to be all gloomy and bleak! Hahaha.. Forgive me. I was a lil' carried away, I guess. Well, enjoy the story!


A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She 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 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess 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 quarter 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 Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,' he said without waiting for a reply to his question....

'Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,' Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. 'He's really, really sick...and I want to buy a miracle.'

'I beg your pardon?' said the pharmacist.

'His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him 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 it. 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. He stooped down and asked the little girl, 'What kind of a miracle does your brother need?'

'I don't know,' Tess 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 Chicago.

'One dollar and eleven cents,' Tess answered barely audibly. '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. 'A dollar and eleven cents - the exact price of a miracle for little brothers.'

He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten 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 was D Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew 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?'

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents....plus the faith of a little child.



1 Caci Maki Puji Muji:

Ahmad Zharif Ahmad Zahir 07/05/2008, 23:36  

i think ive read it smwhere b4 but cant actually remember till i read ur post nih!!!..... tp still aku x dpt tangkap cerita nih...haha (mungkin aku LEMBAB)....

die highlight pasal the intention or the innocence of budak tuh ke.....or the coincidence (as in takdir) ble budak tuh jumpa tht surgeon!!!....n yet what's really touching neway??....wakakkakaka...me juz sooo lembab....

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