A True Story of Sabr, Shifa, and Sujood
Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem. Today, I want to tell you a story — not a fiction, not a folktale — but a real journey that unfolded in front of my eyes. A journey of pain and healing. Of loss and miracles. A story of a 10-year-old girl who faced a test so great, yet bore it with patience that would humble even the strongest of us. It was 2007. Our family was on the road, together in a car, like any other day. Laughter. Togetherness. A simple moment. Until everything changed. A sudden, terrible accident. The car was crushed. The windshield shattered. And my little sister — sitting in the front — was hit by shards of glass that tore into her eye. The screams. The confusion. The blood. And then the silence — that terrifying silence when the doctors said: “She may lose her vision.” I still remember our parents’ faces. Their world collapsed in that moment. They did everything they could — spent lakhs, sold whatever they could, borrowed, prayed, cried, begged. They hel...
