It’s the best story not about India but about Humanity itself.
I visited India back in 2004 with my family to visit some relatives. Our trip of 1.5 months went pretty well and then we were planning to return. Our flight was from Mumbai to Karachi and my uncle’s house was in Rajasthan state. So, we hired a jeep to travel from Rajasthan to Bombay. We put our luggage on the top of the Jeep and knotted it with rope and started our journey. It was a long and tiresome journey, and it was Ramzan. I along with my family was fasting and we had just entered in Mumbai. It was almost sunset time. We were very thirsty and hungry then suddenly a guy came to us and said,
“You guys must be Muslims, it’s time to break the fast and you probably don’t know much places in here” (may be he knew from our luggage).
Then he invited us to sit in his restaurant. I had the best pineapple juice of my life there. He even offered us the place to offer a prayer.
But the best part is, he was a Hindu(non-Muslim) and he didn’t charge us money for the food and drinks of 8 people, and that was the best fast of my life. I still pray for that guy.
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