The Power of Prayer

He felt hard to breathe. With every single second passing he felt his soul leaving his body. The pain in his chest was unbearable. He was slowly losing his consciousness. His body gradually became numb to his surrounding. As if he was slowly succumbing to death.

The faces of his daughter and wife came flashing to his memory. He felt the sudden force of something compelling him to survive. He had to live because his life was not only his.

On the other hand was her wife continuously praying for his well- being. This was the first time when the lady who could adjust with anything was actually being stubborn. Maybe, that was how strong their bond was.

He was being blessed with innumerable blessings of people he had saved risking his life. He was being hailed as a hero.

He who was lying in the hospital battling every second of agony was a simple household man who believed that fighting the terrorist holding them hostage would save the others at least. That was what he did and succeeded in protecting those people whom he might have met for the first time.

"If he could win this battle at this moment" was what most of the survivors wished. As if everyone was holding him back with invisible threads bound to him.

 What happened to him? Did he live?

But......

Before that.....

Do you believe in the power of prayer?

What you believe makes all the difference.