The sound of the heart

Participants

Carter is 40 years old
The guy is 28 years old
The guy's wife is 25 years old
The woman of Aravakash is 35 years old
Daughter Muslima is 11 years old.

(Market Image)

A wheelchair with a lame leg and one crooked arm.
Leaning on their carts with sweaty foreheads, the shopping people are looking at their hands hoping to see who is calling me.
After some time, the plastic card of a young man who was walking arm in arm with his wife fell out. The stroller, who noticed this situation, took the card and ran, saying, "Hey, brother, stop, your card has fallen."
The young man took the card with joy mixed with anxiety, said thank you and continued on his way. Aravakash, despite his limited ability, worked tirelessly. As soon as he heard the voice of Arava, he would not rest for a moment, and he would run towards the direction of the voice, even though he felt pain.
An hour later, he ran into a guy whose card fell out. It's someone's birthday and they spent a lot of money. The young man was also looking at him as if he was embarrassed to tell the person who was in that tired condition but full of energy and enthusiasm that he could not work. A person equal to his father is not healthy.
Then the cartman said: Brother, where are you going to take your luggage?
The guy also hesitated A. Yes, the load. Can you take me to the place where I have a car?
Aravakash: (joyfully) It will be fine.
While the young man and his wife were walking behind the cart, he was suddenly lost in thought. I did not meet this person for nothing. O Allah, how can I repay the favor he has done to me? He is a very hardworking person. A smile on his face that does not show that he is tired. No matter how much I help, I can't hand over money openly, he looks very proud, what can I do? Yes, I found it. I will do so.

Next to the car

Guy: Look at this, we have reached the destination.
(After placing things)
How much will it be, uncle?
Aravakash: Give as much as you can.
The young man handed over a small bundle of money, thanked him, got into his car and left.

Aravakash (going to the cashier) opened it to look at the money and saw two hundred thousand rupees among the small bills and shouted towards the car that had already moved. Hey brother, you are giving too much, you are wrong, stop. (Unfortunately it was gone)

Unfortunately, he looked at the money. He caught sight of the word "I agree" written in small letters and pretended to understand.
Oh God, thank you so much. I had to make more money today than ever. You sent help out of nowhere. Thank you, thank you.
An hour passed
It's probably evening.
The eyes of the stroller are shining with joy as he rushes home. Allah's dhikr in the language of gratitude. He finally reached home.
My daughter, where is my daughter, Muslima?
The daughter ran and hung on her father's neck.
Aravakash puts his daughter on his lap and puts on the shoes that he coveted after kissing her on the forehead.
Muslima: (Laughing with joy) Oh, Dad, I didn't tell you that my shoes were torn, how did you know?
Aravakash: (Eyes filled with tears) Happy birthday my daughter.
The woman watched the father-child conversation from the inside and was impressed. O Allah, increase our sustenance.