Patience and Hope - Light After Darkness
In a small village named Noor Pur, there lived a girl named Zoya. Zoya lost her father in her early childhood. Her mother, Salma Bibi, raised her alone. They had a small mud house where water dripped from the roof during the rain. Sometimes they had food to cook, and sometimes both mother and daughter would sleep just by drinking water.
Zoya had only one dream to become the first teacher of her village when she grows up. But no one in the village understood her dream. The women of the village would say to Salma Bibi, "Why are you educating your daughter so much? In the end, she has to manage the kitchen only." Zoya would listen to all this and her heart would break, but she would hold her mother's hand and say, "Amma, one day everything will be fine, InshaAllah."
Then one day, suddenly Salma Bibi's health became very bad. The village doctor said that she must be taken to the big hospital in the city, otherwise her life would be in danger. Hearing the name of the hospital, Zoya was shocked, because the doctor told her that the treatment would cost fifty thousand rupees. Zoya did not even have five hundred rupees.
That night was the longest night of Zoya's life. Her mother was burning with fever, and Zoya was sitting in the courtyard, looking at the sky and crying. That night she prayed from her heart, "O Allah, I have nothing except patience. You show me some way."
As soon as morning came, Zoya made a decision. She did not lose courage. She took out her old books and spread a small mat outside the village mosque and announced that she would teach small children Alif, Bay. On the first day, only two children came. On the second day, four children came. On the third day, a mother of a child said, "Daughter, why do you teach for free? We will give you a hundred rupees."
Zoya first refused to take the money, but then she thought of her mother's medicine and she kept it. Slowly, her mat-class became famous in the whole village. People saw that Zoya was teaching children with great honesty. Within a month, she had fifteen children. She worked hard from morning till evening. She taught children during the day, massaged her mother's feet at night, and then opened her own books and studied. Sometimes she would get tired and cry, but her mother would say to her, "My daughter, the fruit of patience is always sweet."
In this way, winter came and summer went. Eight months passed. The people of the village no longer made fun of her, but respected her. Zoya had saved thirty thousand rupees through hard work. With courage, she took her mother to the city hospital. The doctors said that if the treatment had been delayed for two more weeks, there would have been a great loss.
By the grace of Allah, her mother's treatment was successful and she started getting better. Lying on the hospital bed, Salma Bibi said to Zoya, "My daughter, your hope and your patience have saved my life today."
As soon as her mother recovered, Zoya decided to fulfill her second dream. With the money she had saved, she took admission in the city college. Every morning she would walk five kilometers to catch the bus, go to college, and come back and teach the village children. She kept this routine for three years. She never complained to anyone, nor did she ever give up her hope.
Today, after five years, Zoya is the head teacher of the government school in the same village of Noor Pur. Outside the mosque where she once used to sit on a mat and teach, today there is a plaque with her name on it. Every girl in the village looks at her and says, "We also want to be like Zoya Baji."
The lesson we learn from this story is that life is never easy. Difficulties do come, and people also talk. But if you have faith in Allah, patience, and a small light of hope in your heart, then no darkness can defeat you. To be patient is not a weakness, but it is the greatest strength. And hope is the lamp that does not extinguish even in strong winds.
May Allah give us all a life full of patience and hope. Ameen.
Written by: Kinza Aslam
Founder: Kinzay written from Chiniot
Blog: Kinzaych826Stories.blogspot.com
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