Moderating the Explore Meditation website is a pleasure. It gives me opportunity to meet so many amazing people from around the world.
One such person is Marjory, who first made contact after proofing one of my Spiritual Short Stories as a thank you for my efforts. With a gift for linguistics I have been hoping she would be inspired to contribute to the community… and her first effort below is both captivating and thought provoking. Thanks Marjory.
Oh, to give this story a personal perspective… Please know that Marjory is now married to Sardar.
The Work of an Angel?
In the late 1940’s, Sardar’s father, Malik, was in the scrap iron business. He would buy for scrap the jeeps that the army would from time to time auction off. Every now and then a jeep would come along that was in pretty good condition. Malik had hired a mechanic to restore these jeeps using parts from the wrecked ones; the restored jeeps would then be sold to the public. The restoration work was done in a garage across the street from Sardar’s family home.
One day when Sardar was age 3, wanting to see his daddy, who was in the garage supervising the mechanic, he ran out into the road without looking and was run down by a truck whose driver was stoned. Now, Malik was a popular man, and some men who were hanging out in the neighborhood and saw the accident thought Sardar had been killed. They were so outraged that they pulled the driver out of the cab, beat him up and threatened him with death if he were ever seen in the neighborhood again. Ever after, the truck driver went miles out of his way to comply with their demand.
Sardar was not dead, but he had been left a paraplegic. Sardar’s mother, Sahib Sultan, used to keep Sardar around her when she was working so he could have her company, but between having several other children to raise and living a villager’s life devoid of laborsaving appliances, she had little time to devote to Sardar.
After approximately three years had passed, one day a beggar woman came to the house when Sahib Sultan was alone with Sardar, Malik being out at work, the baby asleep in its room, and the other children at school. Sahib Sultan was sitting at work in her favorite location, the verandah surrounding the courtyard of the traditional-style house. Sahib Sultan gave food to the beggar woman and chatted with her while she ate. Noticing Sardar lying in a cot, the beggar woman asked, “Why does that child lie so still?” “He can’t walk,” replied Sahib Sultan, who went on to describe the circumstances that caused his disability.
After eating, the beggar woman requested Sahib Sultan to give her a dopatta (see-through shawl for covering the head.) Sahib Sultan went into her bedroom, pulled her trunk out from under her bed (traditional houses don’t have closets), and spent a long time deciding which dopatta she was willing to part with. When she finally came back to the verandah with a dopatta, the beggar woman had left and Sardar was walking!
Now, the Indian subcontinent is filled with holy beggars, both Hindu and Muslim, but they are overwhelmingly male. Sahib Sultan would not have invited a strange man into her house. I am inclined to think that the mysterious visitor was an angel. What do you think readers?
(Nigel: If you have any Angel stories you would like to share, please email them through)
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