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A Miracle Within a Dilemma: A Short Story

I discovered my passion for writing after I quit my day job. So I began to write fiction stories, self-help books, and articles, blogs, etc.

I came to know Mou in grade 9 of a reputable school. She arrived late into the class after leaving abroad for good.

I was new to the school also but attended it from the very beginning of the grade. When I first confronted Mou in school, I thought her to be a blessing because I was kind of lonely, and other classmates stayed aloof from me.

We became close friends. And when we had appeared in an O-level exam after finishing grade 10, Mou said, "I think we can be best friends. What do you say?”

I said happily, “Yes, it’s about time.”

After appearing in A-levels, I was sitting around for results and getting admitted to a university.

One day, a classmate gave me the bad news that Mou’s father had passed away. I felt a pang of agony.

I had never visited Mou’s home. But this was an opportunity to meet her and get all the details about her Dad's passing.

Now I didn’t know her address but knew a teacher from the primary shift of our school who was in close contact with Mou’s family. So finally, I contacted the teacher via another source, and eventually, I got Mou’s address.

I paid her a visit by rickshaw, Mom accompanying me.

It was a sad story of Mou’s Dad. He was playing chess with friends one night. Mou, her brother and their Mom had gone to sleep. When they woke up in the morning, they found him, to their extreme surprise, in the living room in his rocking chair with his eyes closed.

Mou and her brother shook him and tried to wake him up. He moved not an inch. They tried to check his pulse but in vain.

Soon they called an ambulance and took him to the hospital nearby where he was announced to be dead already.

After hearing this story, I was moved, tears filling up my eyes. I sympathized with Mou and comforted her.

She said, “I always think he will come back, but he never does.”

I was even sadder when she made this statement.

I visited Mou’s place often, and she came to mine. My parents always treated her well as a guest. Many a time she had breakfast or lunch with us. I also went by rickshaw to her place. It was a long 20 minutes ride, and the traffic jam was much less sparse all those years back than today.

At times, I saw piles of Reader’s Digest, the Asian Edition in her bedroom, and I would ask her politely to borrow some. I found interest in Reader’s Digest especially the parts, “Points to Ponder”, “Laughter is the Best Medicine” and “Drama in Real Life”.

On one of my visits to Mou’s place, I found her lying on a bed. I assumed her to have flu. But her Mom explained it was worse than that. She had a severe allergic reaction and had to use an epi-pen to wear off the effects for 10 to 20 minutes.

“What exactly is an epi-pen?" I asked. Her Mom explained, "If someone gets prescribed an epi-pen, they should carry it with them at all times and use it immediately at the first signs and symptoms of a severe allergic reaction. In a severe allergic emergency, quick symptom recognition and immediate treatment are vital.”

Mou came to my place two weeks later. We sang songs on the harmonium, conversed for long hours, reminiscing the past and cutting jokes. Mou was in perfect health then. But she had her epi-pen with her just in case.

When it was my turn to visit her, I reached her apartment and rang the bell. No one came to the door. Her maidservant or Mom was nowhere to be seen. So I turned the knob of the door, and it opened. I called Mou by name. I could hear her low groans. When I went inside her bedroom, I saw her lying flat out on the bed, feeling sick.

Pic1: Mou Lying in Bed, Feeling Sick

Pic1: Mou Lying in Bed, Feeling Sick

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked.

Mou just touched her head as if she would lose her consciousness.

"Are you having a severe allergic reaction?"

She just managed to nod.

"Where is your epi-pen?" I asked desperately.

It looked as if she was going to faint.

“Where is your Mom? Where is everybody else?” I asked in extreme despair.

Tears rolled down from her eyes and down her cheeks. Then the symptoms came in. She was, of course, suffering from her life-threatening allergic reaction.

Pic2: Tears Rolling Down Mou’s Cheeks

Pic2: Tears Rolling Down Mou’s Cheeks

I asked her again, "Where is your epi-pen?"

As her airways swelled shut and her heart stopped functioning, there was no one around I could ask help from.

I screamed in my dilemma. That was when I heard a sound in my voice that I had never heard before.

Seconds later, my friend gasped and scrambled to her feet, all signs of swelling having disappeared.

“Are you okay now?” I asked.

She replied, “Yes, I am fine.”

I shot back, "Always keep your epi-pen ready."

She replied, “Yes, Mom and the servant went together to get it from the nearest medicine shop as it ran out of stock.”

I said calmly, "I just saw a miracle happen within you. I am glad you are safe and okay."

Mou sat on the bed perplexed. I went and hugged her. She hugged me back. From that moment on, our bonding became even more strengthened.

Poll Time

© 2020 Rosina S Khan


Rosina S Khan (author) on October 01, 2020:

I am so happy, Brenda that you enjoyed the story. Yes, I was my friend's angel that fateful day. Thank you for reading and for your generous and insightful comments. I truly appreciate them.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on October 01, 2020:


A wonderful story which kept my attention. I am delighted it went well at the end.

Miracles can & do happen every day. God can use anyone or anything to perform one.

Glad you were her angel on that day.

Great write.

Rosina S Khan (author) on October 01, 2020:

Thank you, Chitrangada for your very generous and gracious comments. I am delighted that you called me a good storyteller and enjoyed the story. I will think about your suggestion. Stay blessed.

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on October 01, 2020:

An engaging story with a happy ending. You are a good storyteller.

Reminds me of the times, when we wait for the miracles to happen, when someone is terribly sick. And yes, miracles do happen.

You may change the sub topic to flash fiction at the top-- Just a suggestion.

Thanks for sharing.

Rosina S Khan (author) on October 01, 2020:

Yes, in the story, God chose me as the miracle angel to save my friend's life right on time. I am glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for your generous and insightful comments.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on October 01, 2020:

What a lovely story! You proved to be your friend's miracle angel, arriving right on time to save her life. Be grateful for your friendship, going forward.

Rosina S Khan (author) on September 30, 2020:

Thank you, Denise, for your valuable comments. Yes, it certainly was a miracle gift from God. I am happy you enjoyed the story. Yes, in the story, my bonding with my best school friend has become stronger than ever after the incident.

Denise McGill from Fresno CA on September 30, 2020:

What a gift from God that was. What a remarkable story.

I'm so happy your friend was spared and you were spared the grief of losing her.



Rosina S Khan (author) on September 30, 2020:

Thank you, Anupam for your kind words. But my friend's illness is purely fictional. LOL. She is doing fine anyway. I am happy you stopped by for a visit.

Anupam Mitu from MUMBAI on September 30, 2020:

Very emotional story that you have narrated with perfection. Hope your friend is doing well now.

Best Wishes.

Rosina S Khan (author) on September 30, 2020:

A part of the story is true yet another part is purely fictional. But yes, I do believe karma and good things happen to good people. Thank you for the generous comment. I appreciate it.

fran rooks from Toledo, Ohio on September 30, 2020:

Great story with a fortunate ending. Certainly a miracle you were present! I believe karma and good things happen to good people.

Rosina S Khan (author) on September 30, 2020:

Thank you, Peggy, for agreeing with Bill that there was a gift at the end of the story. Your comment is highly appreciated.

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on September 30, 2020:

This story could have had such a sad ending, but your surprise at the end was, as Bill wrote, a gift.

Rosina S Khan (author) on September 30, 2020:

I am happy I didn't disappoint you, rather you enjoyed it. Nothing could give me bigger bliss at the moment. LOL.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on September 30, 2020:

I enjoy surprise endings, so thank you for that little gift at the end of this very lovely and touching short story. Well done!

Rosina S Khan (author) on September 30, 2020:

That's okay, John. To err is human.

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on September 30, 2020:

Oh, sorry for the typo before Rosina...that was my predictive text changing Mou to Mom lol.

Rosina S Khan (author) on September 30, 2020:

Thank you for your kind and optimistic comments. Truly appreciated. I am glad you liked the story, Pamela.

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on September 30, 2020:

This is a wonderful story, Rosina. The ending was surely a surprise and that is what made this story so much fun to read.

Rosina S Khan (author) on September 30, 2020:

Thank you, John, for your compliments. It was the writer's friend, Mou, not Mom whose condition was serious. I am glad you enjoyed the story.

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on September 30, 2020:

This is a very good story, Rosina. Mom’s situation was somewhat sad, and obviously, her condition could be a serious one. The miracle at the end was a welcome surprise

Rosina S Khan (author) on September 30, 2020:

Thank you, Lorna, for your very generous and uplifting comments. I appreciate them very much.

Lorna Lamon on September 30, 2020:

I love the way you have built this story and how it unfolds Rosina. Mou certainly deserved this miracle, and I applaud the ending which was both touching and happy.

Rosina S Khan (author) on September 29, 2020:

Thank you, Ankita for enjoying the story and for your inspiring comments. I really appreciate it.

Ankita B on September 29, 2020:

A truly heart touching story. Despite overwhelming odds, the miracle at the end was wonderful. Beautifully expressed.

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