I am Abdul Hamid and I am a Muslim. When I was just nine year old, one day my mother sent me to the grocery shop to settle the old accounts. I was given Rs. 5/- which was considered to be a good amount during year 1974. I lost my money by the time I reached shop. I had no courage to go back home without money, so I was crying while walking up and down the narrow road leading to my house. It was getting dark when uncle Menon (my Hindu neighbour), who was considered to be a notorious person (as he was alcohol addict), approached me with genuine concern and listened to my problem. He hugged me compassionately, went to the shop with me and cleared the accounts with his own money. He also baught some fish for me and dropped me back home. I could not repay this amount to him, but around 25 years back when i started organizing the addiction camps, I went to his house and convinced him to attend this camp to get rid of his alcohol addiction. He agreed and attended my second camp on de-addiction. Since then he is leading happy and respectful life. we mutually helped each other.
This story is very important for me in present situation when differences between Hindus and Muslims are in increase. Abdul Hamid Kerala, India
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