Friday, July 3, 2015

Ninety Seven

I was waiting for the items I bought at the supermarket to be scanned and checked out until I saw him. He was in his everyday blue uniform, holding a sweeper in his left hand and something else he picked up from the floor on the right hand.

My eyes were glued on him.

He came closer to the counter I was at... and he dropped the coin he collected into the donation box.


He. A cleaner. Probably a Nepalese. Who earns most probably lesser than a thousand ringgit. Could've kept the money to himself. But chose not to instead.

Masya Allah.

I was in awe. May Allah bless him with a greater reward for his kindness.

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