I was a strange observer. I saw a girl, no more than 7-8 years old. A well-dressed gentleman stopped and reached out anxiously. I didn't hear what he said. All I saw was him pushing the child away, waving his hand, hurrying forward, and getting into his expensive car. The girl lowered her head. I went to her and greeted her. She smiled despite everything, and her eyes were still sad. "What happened, why did he push you like that?" "I asked this uncle for 100 takas", she answered, embarrassed. And she continued in a trembling voice…I didn't have enough; I didn't have enough money... - For what? Did you want to buy a meal? - No, uncle. I wanted to buy medicine for my mother. But the pharmacy lady said the money I had was not enough. They are more expensive than the money I have, so she told me to go home to get more money. But...(she was sad again) we don't have any more, mom is sick... It was cold outside. I suggested to the child that we go to the pharmacy and take medicine. Her eyes lit up; her face lit up. And she said: But how? I haven't even used the magic word with you! I looked at her, surprised and asked what it was. The answer came: My mother told me that one of the magic words is---Please! I used it when I talked to that gentleman. I told him: Please, can you help me with 100 takas? I don't have enough for my mother's medicine. Then she pushed me. But you know...I'm not angry with him, maybe he is also in some problems, so he didn't have a chance to help me. This child confused and surprised me more and more. I asked again, puzzled: Why did you decide she was ill? - Probably the medicines of frowning, angry and rude people are very expensive. I don't know, I think so. This child struck me...We went to the pharmacy and took medicine. I offered to go to the next pâtisserie and buy her something. She told me: My mother told me not to take anything from strangers. - Well, let's meet then. My name is Angel. And what is your name? - An angel like those in heaven? I smiled. I had the feeling that I knew her and was somehow connected to her. - My name is Maisha. - And how would you take 100 takas from that stranger if he had given it to you? "That's different," she said. "I just used the magic word, and I didn't say anything to him." - Then let me use the magic word: Please, will you come with me to the pastry-shop to eat something and tell me about such more magic words? The girl smiled. "Okay, but mostly I agree because you want to know about them. And they are very important and I will tell you." I was more and more captivated by this wonderful child, by her thinking and upbringing. We sat, her eyes were glowing as she ate her chocolate cake. She explained to me: Uncle, you know, I'm not mad at that man. Probably his mother did not tell him about these magic words that open the door to a magical world and do good things. "What are they?" I asked curiously and impatiently. Mercy---was her answer. "Again, some other words and phrases you can use to see the magic happen are: Sorry, I miss you, I love you, I'm sorry, Patience. And one of the essential expressions is--- Thank you! Thank you for the kindness, thank you for the cake and for wanting to hear about the magic words." She looked at me suspiciously and asked me, "But Uncle, are you sure you didn't know about them?" I smiled. This child made me happy. I was thinking. To my great regret, I still had no children...But I knew that every child should know about these magic words. - Mom also tells me that we should be good to people. If she had been with me when I met that gentleman, she would have told me not to be sad and not to have bad feelings in my heart for him. Because maybe he needs help too. This is my mother; I listen to her carefully, and I trust her. Do you know that mothers never lie? I smiled again and nodded in agreement. This child left me speechless, and I didn't know what to say... - And your father, is he at work? She was a little sad, her eyes got wet, but she continued. - My mother told me that they loved each other a lot and that he was a good person. But one day there was an accident...and we lost him seven years ago. He gave his heart for another person to live. I don't know how this happens. Something got tightened in my throat, and I could barely hold back my tears. I put my hand on my heart; it was beating uncontrollably as if it would jump out of my chest. It was as if I was somehow connected to this child. Seven years ago, I also underwent such an operation...An unknown and good man saved my life. Was it possible? Maisha continued to tell. - I was a baby, and I do not remember him, but my mother told me that through me, he left a piece of himself with her. To never be alone. She tells me that when she looks into my eyes, she sees him, that on my face they will always be together. I was stunned, a sadness enveloped my heart, completely. I thought what a wonderful woman Maisha's mother was! Left alone, after all the pain, she was able to teach her child such important things as, MERCY and THANK YOU! Suddenly a song sounded on the radio nearby. A man is for another man… - Hey uncle, do you hear the song? It belongs to Bhupen Hazarika. Do you know it? My mother often sings it to me; I like it very much. And it mentions my name--- life. Do you want to listen to a poem written by my mom? Maisha started reciting, and I listened... "If we all reach out all over the world, We will meet at… It will be far behind cold wind…and autumn… And then there will probably only hope, no winter… Is it worth much--- to reach out to someone? If we all look at the stars for a moment on this earth, we will find that one is falling like a child's tear from her eyes… You can't bring the star back, but you can hug a child. Does it cost much--- to reach out to someone? Seasons and days pass; life goes on after all. Million…Millions of Fates--- and each of them obliges. For clear water, warm clothes, for love, hope, consolation… Does it cost much--- to reach out to someone?" I couldn't; I just couldn't say anything, I was just listening. I listened to the lesson of kindness that Maisha taught me. The girl quickly finished the cake and said: Uncle, I have to go, mom is waiting for me with the medicine. Thanks for everything! I wanted to accompany her and meet her mother. The child took me. We entered. She ran to her mother and hugged her. The woman lay on her bed, rose slightly, and looked at me worriedly. Maisha smiled and introduced me. "Mom, this is Uncle Angel. He helped me by giving me 100 takas because the amount I had was not enough for the medicines. That's not all, and he also treated me with a chocolate cake. And mom, I thanked him as you taught me." The child smiled, winked at her mother, and I heard her whisper and said, "Mom, I think he's a wizard." I smiled at the woman. I also said that I was amazed at how smart and good a child she had raised. I also wished her a speedy recovery. I handed a sum of money to Maisha, explaining that it was out of gratitude that she had revealed to me the secret of the magic words. I also left them my phone number. I said to them, "From now on you can call me whenever you need something. I will gladly help you as much as I can." She and the woman thanked me warmly, visibly and became uncomfortable. But she was smiling, smiling hopefully. I had to leave; I wished them a nice day. Leaving the entrance, I heard Maisha's voice. She appeared at the window and shouted, "Uncle, I have understood your secret---you are a magician with a very good heart! I'm sure you do very good things every day and help people. Isn't that the job of wizards? Probably many miracles happen in your life. Thank you!" She was waving her hands vigorously. I smiled, waved back and left... It was raining as if time was helping me to hide my tears, which simply flowed after meeting this child and her mother. It was as if heaven was crying with me. And the recitation of Maisha sounded in my mind: Is it worth much---to reach out to someone? I'm home. At the door, my wife ran to me with the words: A miracle, a miracle happened! I'm pregnant. After so many years of waiting... My tears flowed again, and there was nothing left to hide them. A spark of hope was already burning and shining in my heart. A wizard? No, I was just an ordinary person. She, Maisha---she was the miracle I met.