Mary's ring, and asked her, "Is this yours?

Mary's ring, and asked her, "Is this yours?" Mary screamed with delight and then asked, "Where did you get it from?" The girl said: "I was sitting in that comer over there, stamping the grass with my foot when suidenly I noticed that there was something glittering and well, It was your ring. I am sure that the Good Lord has answered your prayer." I also feel that Allah has helped her, don't you? Needed Your Help "Mummy!

Mummy!" cried Sabira as she came jumping down the stairs from her bedroom to the living room. "Mummy! I have at last saved enough money to buy the doll I had always wanted. You remember, the one I showed you a few days back?" "The one with curly hair and deep green eyes, with a nice frilly pink dress and smart shoes?" Mummy asked. "Yes, yes. Mummy, that is the one, can I have it? Isn't It lovely?" "Yes, you may have It now my dear. When do you want to buy it?" Mummy asked again.

"As soon as possible" was the reply. "Well, we'll go tomorrbw, morning then," Mum said. "Marvellous thank you, Mummy", cried Sabira. Sabira could hardly wait for the time they were to go shopping. The day dragged on wearily and so excited was she that she couldn't sleep a wink at night. Early in the morning she get up and at last, it was 10.00. Time for going out. "Hurray." As they were walking down the street, Sabira saw a picture of a thin and pale boy of about her age.

On the top of the picture it was printed in bold letters "HELP THE YOUNG ONES LIVE IN THIS WORLD." She asked her mother what it was. Her mother stood near the picture and read out to her the description printed in small letters. It read: This is a boy who has lived in this world for seven years but alas, who knows for how long he will survive. He has a heart disease, and might die of it because he has nobody to help him.

Your help will save his life, and not only his life, there are thousands of them all over the world. Give generously and help them live a happy life. Mother looked down at Sabira and Sabira looked back with a blank look in her eyes. Her mother took Sabira's hand and on they went. They entered the shop and there, ahead of her, in the glass case, Sabira could see her beloved doll. Her green eyes to seemed to gleam and Sabira stared at it.

Above the glass case, there was the picture of that pale boy on the wall. Sabira's looks went from the doll to the picture and back from the picture to the doll. She went over to the doll. A woman took out the doll and showed It to her.