The Power of Prayer!
A Poor Couple lived in a Small Village in India.
They had only 1 Son.
They gave him the Best Education.
Son Graduated as an Engineer in the nearby City
Eventually He got Married to a Rich Girl.
Initially, They Lived with His Parents in the Village.
Soon the Wife got Tired of Village Life Persuaded Her Husband to Move to the City Leaving His Old Parents in the Village.
As Time went,the Husband saw an Ad in the Newspaper about a
Job Vacancy in U.S
Job Vacancy in U.S
He Successfully Lived in U.S for 20 Years with His Wife.
Regularly, He used to Send Money to His Parents
Eventually with Time, He Stopped Forgot about His Parents whether
They ever Existed.
They ever Existed.
Every Day He Pray Immediately after each Prayer He used to see Someone telling Him
in a Dream that his Prayer is not Accepted.
in a Dream that his Prayer is not Accepted.
One Day, He Related this Story to a 'Pious Aalim' who Advised Him to go Back to India to Visit His Parents.
The Man Flew to India Reached the Boundary of His Village.
Everything was Changed over there.
He could not Find His House.
So He asked to the Head of the Village about the Whereabouts of His Parents.
The Head of the Village directed Him to a House said: "In this House, Lives an Old Blind Lady who Lost Her Husband a Few Months Ago. She has a Son who Migrated to
US 20 Years back Never came Back again. What an Unfortunate Man."
US 20 Years back Never came Back again. What an Unfortunate Man."
Son enters that Home
Finds His Mother on the Bed.
Finds His Mother on the Bed.
He Tip-Toed as He did not want to Wake Her up.
He hears His Mother Whispering or Mumbling Something.
He gets Closer to Hear His Mothers Voice.
This is what His Mother was Saying: "God !
I am now Very Old Blind.
My Husband just Died.
There is no One to Lower Me in My Grave when I Die. So please Send My Son to Fullfill
My Last Wish".
I am now Very Old Blind.
My Husband just Died.
There is no One to Lower Me in My Grave when I Die. So please Send My Son to Fullfill
My Last Wish".
This is the Ending of a Story where the Prayer of a Mother is Accepted.
A Human Body can Bear only 45 Del (units) of Pain.
But at the Time of Giving Birth, A Mother feels upto 57 Del (units) of Pain.
This is similar to 20 Bones
getting Fractured, all at the Same Time.
getting Fractured, all at the Same Time.
This is just to tell U the extent, to which a Mother Loves Her Child.
So, Love Ur Mom till the End of Ur Life.
The Lady with whom U Fight almost Everyday, Suffered so much Pain
just to give U a Beautiful Life.
just to give U a Beautiful Life.
How many People will U Forward this to ?
I do not Mind, if I get this Message again.
I Passed it because I Love My mother.
Hope You Will Share This Message.
Thanks
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