Touched Once Again

Yesterday, I took my girls to shop for fruit and vegetables, and at the end got touched, not by an angel, but by a human. I had paid for all my groceries, and had parked my cart by the bars right outside the market, and as usual asked the girls to stand by the cart while I take the bags to the car in two or three trips, since the bars don’t allow us to take the carts to the car and I can’t carry everything at once and hold the girls’ hands at the same time. After I put the first load into the trunk and came back to the girls standing patiently by the cart, I saw that the cart was empty, and I can almost swear that my mind went completely blank. Zero. Empty. Nothing. Zilch. I couldn’t make heads or tails of what I was seeing.

How could my cart be empty, and the girls are standing right there? Could this be my cart? If not, then where’s my cart? So I ask the girls what happened, and they say that a man came and took the bags. What?!? I look around and wonder who would come and steal my bags, when I’ve paid for everything. And I think of the fish and strawberries I bought for the girls and all the money I spent. I take a step forward, not knowing whether to look outside the store in the parking lot for this man, or inside? I turn my head slightly and notice a woman in a parked car waving to me and pointing. I go over to her and she says that the man went that way. I start towards “that way” and there appears before me a man with a baseball cap, smiling a big smile and pointing to his chest, saying he had taken the bags to my car to help me.

Oh, what a relief came over me, knowing my bags were safe and no one had come and stolen them. I thanked the man and he quickly walked away. Only a few minutes later, as I was sitting in the car waiting for the girls to buckle themselves in, did I realize what that man had done. He had seen a woman with two kids and many bags, didn’t care that she was a Muslim, had seen that she needed help and didn’t hesitate to do what he saw needed doing: carrying her bags for her. He didn’t wait to ask permission; just did it. And didn’t wait around to be paid, or to be thanked profusely. Job done, off he went. My eyes welled up at this unknown man’s mercy to a fellow human being, and I felt at that moment that this was nothing compared to Allah’s mercy, and my heart got all squishy. The parking lot not being the place to burst into tears, I got a hold of myself and drove off, echoing the girls’ dua’ that Allah give this man Jannah.

 Asiya Akyurt

Asiya  lives in Virginia with her husband and twin daughters. She is an active MAS member with an ijaza (certificate) in Qur’anic recitation and tajweed, and enjoys teaching, interpreting and translating.

  • Maha

    What an encounter. There is such deep kindness in people, it takes my breath away, alhamdulillah. May Allah swt help us to touch and affect other people as this man served you.

  • fatima

    Awww, that’s beautiful, Asiya! Ameen, May Allah give him Jannah.

  • Hanan

    SubhanAllah…this story reminds me of a night many years ago when I was a young mother and in the world almost by myself. I had taken my first job as a registered nurse in large hospital 50 miles from my small town home. I had recently embraced Islam and had started wearing hijab on the same day that I started the new job. My 5 year old daughter and I were living alone in a small apartment in a BIG apartment complex in an even bigger city. My parents were both ill and could not travel very often to see us. We thought we were quite stubbornly self sufficient and were embracing our new neighborhood although we knew not one person yet. I am sure we were quite obvious to our neighbors as complete rookies stumbling through a whole new life. One afternoon, we had done our weekly grocery shopping and had hauled all the bags up to the second floor apartment with much dragging and giggling. Much later after my daughter had been asleep for hours and I was just dozing off, there was a knock on the door. I could not imagine who would be knocking on my door at such a late hour. I had no friends in my new area and my parents were not able to travel and certainly not in the middle of the night without a phone call. I peeked out the peep hole and saw a young dark skinned male face with a knit cap pulled low over his forehead. My heart beat in my chest and the initial mystery turned into the salty sting of fear and uncertainty and homesickness. I very quietly said ‘yes?’. In a newly deep and very streetwise voice he said…’your keys are in the door.’ With that statement he stepped back from the door and melted away into the night. I realized in that one crystal moment that this young man had gifted me and my daughter with a little bit of salvation. Had he been anything but a decent human being, he could have stolen my car or entered my apartment. At best he could have left it up to the next passing stranger to decide the outcome of ‘keys left in the door’. I learned to look long into the faces of the young men in our broken culture. I always see the hero.

    May God continue to inspire his people to these acts of unapologetic care and kindness so beautifully unfettered with self interest. May the natural high that comes with this kind of love be more addicting than all the evils of this world.


  • Fatima

    Wow Hanan. That left my heart beating. What a wonderful lesson.

  • Maryama

    Alhumdulillah, reminds me that ‘Angels’ come in all forms! Subhanallah for such miracles of mercy.