Tales From Saheria
Donation Box
Fridays are always special for Jamal, he never misses going to the prayer house, and he always goes very early, he considers himself a good and devoted believer, he was going to be a philanthropist he always says to himself, but for now, he was waiting to get rich, saving every kobo was quite important.
This Friday too, he was wearing his best, white kaftan with a matching cap, and when the donation box came by, he puts his hand into his pocket and brought out a 10 note, he puts it in the box, a second later, he felt a tap on his shoulder, he turns around and the brother (everyone is a brother in the prayer house) on the back row gave him some money, he looked at the money, it was 5 one thousand notes, the guy must be loaded he thought as he put it in the donation box that was already with the next person.
After the prayer was over, he was outside wearing his shoes when he saw the brother coming towards him.
“I am sorry I couldn’t talk in the house, you know how it is not OK to”
Jamal was already impatient, he didn’t like talking to strangers.
He simply nodded and was about to turn and go when he was stopped in his tracks.
“The money I passed to you was yours actually” Jamal felt faint, that was the money he was going to survive on for 2 weeks. Before he could even say anything to the ‘brother’ the guy was gone.
When he went back home, he stayed in his room all day brooding, the money was gone.
