Nothing happens by chance

Whatever happens, happens for the best…

Story of Dr. Ahmed, Everything is Pre-planned

Dr. Ahmed, a well-known cancer specialist,
was on his way to another city for an important conference where he was to get an award in the field of Medical Research.

He was really excited to attend the conference and to reach as shortly as possible. He had worked so long & hard on his research and felt his efforts deserved the award.

However, after the plane takes off, within the next two hours, the plane made an emergency landing at the nearest airport due to some technical snag.

He got afraid that he was going to miss the conference, So, Dr. Ahmed immediately visited the reception to enquire for the next flight but informed that next flight to the destination was after ten hours.

The receptionist recommended him to rent a car and drive himself to the conference which was only four hours away.

Left with no other choice, he agreed to the idea despite his hatred for driving long distances.

Dr. Ahmed got a car rented and went on his journey. However, shortly once he left, the weather suddenly changed and a heavy storm began. The heavy rain made it difficult to look through and he missed a turn he was supposed to take.

After 2 hours of driving, he got convinced that he was lost. Driving in the heavy rain on a deserted road, feeling hungry and tired, he started looking for any sign of living being.


After some time, when the storm calmed a little. he finally found a small tattered house.

Desperately, he got out of the car and knocked on the door.

A beautiful lady opened the door.

He explained the matter and asked her if he might use her telephone.

The lady with a heavy heart told him that she doesn’t have any phone connection but told the doctor that it could come inside till weather improves.

Fully exhausted, and hungry he accepted her kind invitation and walked in. The lady gave him hot tea and bread to eat.

The lady asked him if he could join her for prayers to that Dr. Ahmed smiled and said that he believes in hard work only and told her to continue with her prayers.

Sitting on the table and sipping the tea, the Dr. watched the woman in the dim light of candles as she was praying for someone next to her, maybe, a small baby crib.

Every time she finished a prayer, she again started with another prayer. Feeling that the woman could be in need of something, the doctor seized the opportunity to speak as soon as she finished her prayers.

The doctor asked her what exactly she wants from God and enquired if God will ever listen to her prayers.

He further asked about the tiny kid in the crib for whom she was apparently making a lot of prayers.

The lady gave a sad smile and said that the child in the crib is her son who is suffering from a rare type of cancer and there is only one Dr. Ahmed who can cure him but she doesn’t have money to afford his fee and moreover Dr. Ahmed lives in another far off town.

She aforementioned that God has not answered her prayer so far but said that God is going to make some way out one day and added that she will not allow her fears to overcome her faith.

Stunned and speechless Dr. Ahmed was in tears.

He whispered under his breath, God, is great and recollected the sequence of events that happened in his journey to this point.

Firstly, There was some malfunction in the airplane, then the thunderstorm hit, and he lost his directions and all of this happened in a pre-planned sequence because God did not just answer her prayer but also gave him a chance to come out of the materialistic world and offer some help to the needy poor peoples who have nothing but their prayers.

Moral of the Story:

Whatever happens, happens for the best.



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