Who is Greater_?
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Who is Greater?
A Story of Faith, Money, and Sacrifice
Prologue: The Silent Question
It was a cold night. The kind that seeps through your clothes and wraps itself around your bones. The sky stretched endlessly above, a canvas of stars glimmering like scattered diamonds. The moon, pale and unwavering, stood still in its place, indifferent to the world below.
I sat in my courtyard, nestled in an old rocking chair, gazing at the vastness above. The silence of the night was comforting, almost deceptive, making me forget the burdens I carried. If only life could be this peaceful.
But peace is a luxury.
For a long time, I had believed in the goodness of life. I had worked hard, built a home, and raised my family with love and devotion. My daughter was growing into a bright young girl, and my son—my little boy—was the light of our lives. But life is unpredictable. One moment, you are standing firm, and the next, you are swept away by a storm you never saw coming.
That storm came for me when my son fell ill.
Chapter 1: A Father's Burden
The next morning, I left for work. The streets were waking up, people rushing to their destinations, unaware of the battle I was fighting inside.
An auto-rickshaw approached, and I raised my hand to stop it. It sped past without hesitation. I sighed and continued walking. The cold air wrapped around me, but I ignored it. I had bigger things to worry about.
As I walked, I saw a familiar face—a long-lost friend.
"Hello! Where have you been all these years?" I asked, the joy in my voice surprising even me.
We exchanged warm greetings, our handshake firm and full of unspoken memories. But no matter how much we smiled, I couldn’t ignore the weight in my chest.
"How is your family?" he asked, his tone soft.
I hesitated. "My daughter is fine… but my son is unwell. He has been admitted to the hospital."
His face darkened with concern. "That sounds serious. What will you do?"
I sighed deeply. "I don’t have the money to continue his treatment. Can you help me?"
For a moment, he said nothing. I could see the battle in his mind—the guilt of wanting to help but being unable to. Finally, he nodded. "I’ll try."
Chapter 2: The Hospital Walls
We rushed to the hospital. The halls smelled of antiseptic and quiet desperation. My mother stood near the doctor, worry lines deep on her face.
"Doctor, what’s the situation?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
The doctor looked at me with practiced detachment. "Your son needs surgery immediately. You must deposit ₹2 lakh as soon as possible."
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. ₹2 lakh. It might as well have been ₹2 million.
"I… I don’t have that kind of money," I admitted.
The doctor’s gaze didn’t waver. "Without payment, we cannot proceed."
A suffocating silence followed. My friend placed a hand on my shoulder, grounding me. "We’ll find a way," he said.
And so, we ran. We made countless calls, begged for help, knocked on doors. Some helped, others didn’t. Piece by piece, we collected the amount.
By evening, we had ₹2 lakh.
The surgery was scheduled. But this was only the beginning.
Chapter 3: A Temporary Relief
The hours passed like years. When the doctors finally emerged, my heart nearly stopped.
"The surgery was successful," they said. Relief washed over me like a wave. My son was safe. For now.
But reality wasn’t done with me yet.
The next day, the doctor called me aside. "You will have to stay here for a few more days."
Days turned into weeks. The bills stacked higher. My savings had already vanished, and each passing moment brought a new demand.
One evening, the doctors sat me down. Their faces were unreadable.
"There are additional complications," one of them said. "Your son needs
