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Nazrul
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19 dis year
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a true believer,a lover








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    Sunday, September 13

    a boy,a doll and the white rose :)

    While looking in the toy section,
    I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old,
    pressing a doll against his chest.
    He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad.
    I wondered who was this doll for.


    Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him and asked,
    "Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?"


    The old lady replied,
    "You know that you don't
    have enough money to buy this doll, my dear."


    Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes
    while she went to look around.She left quickly.
    The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.


    Finally,I started to walk toward him
    and I asked him who did he want to give this doll to.
    "It is the doll that my sister loved most
    and wanted so much for this Christmas."


    I replied to him that may
    be Santa Claus will bring it to her and not to worry.


    However,sadly the boy replied
    "No,Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now.
    I have to give the doll to my mother
    so that she can give it to her when she goes there."


    His eyes were so sad while saying this..
    "My sister has gone to be with God.
    Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon,
    so I thought that mummy could bring
    the doll with her to give it to my sister."

    My heart nearly stopped.
    The little boy looked up at me and said,
    "I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet.
    I asked daddy to wait until
    I come back from the supermarket."


    Then he showed me a very nice photo of him
    where he was laughing.He then told me,
    "I also want mummy to take this photo
    with her so that mummy won't forget me.
    I love my mummy and
    I wish she doesn't have to leave me
    but daddy says that mummy has to go
    to be with my little sister."


    Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes.
    Very quietly,I quickly reached for my wallet
    and took a few notes and said to the boy,
    "What if we checked again,
    just in case if you have enough money?"


    "Ok,"     he said. "I hope that I have enough."
    I added some of my money to his
    without him seeing and we started to count it.
    There was enough for the doll,
    and even some spare money.


    The little boy said,
    "Thank you God for giving me enough money."

    Then he looked at me and added,
    "I asked yesterday before
    I slept for God to make sure I have
    enough money to buy this doll
    so that mummy can give it to my sister.
    He heard me.
    I also wanted to have enough money
    to buy a white rose for my mummy
    but I didn't dare to ask God too much.
    But He gave me enough to buy
    the doll and the white rose.
    You know,my mummy loves white rose."



    A few minutes later,the old lady came again
    and I left with my trolley.
    I finished my shopping in a totally
    different state from when I started.
    I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.


    Then I remembered a local
    newspaper article 2 days ago,
    which mentioned of a drunk man
    in a truck who hit a car
    where there was one young lady and a little girl.

    The little girl died right away
    and the mother was left in a critical state.
    The family had to decide whether to pull the plug
    on the life-assisting machine
    because the young lady would not
    be able to get out of the coma.


    Was this the family of the little boy?


    Two days after this encounter with the little boy,
    I read in the newspaper
    that the young lady had passed away.
    I couldn't stop myself and
    went to buy a bunch of white roses
    and I went to the mortuary
    where the body of the young woman
    was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial.


    She was there in her coffin,
    holding a beautiful white rose in her hand
    with the photo of the little boy
    and the doll placed over her chest.
    The love that this little boy had
    for his mother and his sister is still,
    to that day,lingers.


    ps:    in life,we often waste too much time
    worrying on things that we have no control over.
    sometimes we need to take a step back and think,
    believe that things aren't always as bad as it seem.



    -nazrul


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