A true story
It happened in the Republic of Sudan to a teacher in the rural Manajil area (one of the regions of Sudan). He taught third-grade students. Every morning, outside the classroom, by the window, he would see a poor, beautiful, and innocent girl selling bread to her mother. She was of school age but had not attended school due to her family's financial circumstances. She had four younger siblings, whose father had died. She and her mother contributed to their living expenses by selling bread at the school. She helped her siblings enroll in school and complete their education.
The teacher was teaching a math lesson to the students when a bread vendor watched him from the classroom window. One day, the teacher posed a difficult question to the students and set a prize. No student answered. He was surprised when the bread vendor pointed her finger out the window and shouted, "Teacher, teacher, teacher!" The teacher gave her permission to answer. And indeed, her answer was correct!
From that day on, the teacher bet on her. He took care of her and covered all her school expenses, at his own expense and from his salary. He agreed with the school principal to enroll her as a student and allow her to sit for exams without entering the classroom, as she could not afford the fees. He also agreed that she would begin in the third grade of primary school as an auditor, learning even the most basic aspects of education. He agreed with all the teachers of the other subjects that the girl would continue to listen from the window to all classes outside the classroom. They unanimously approved of his adventure, and he informed her mother of the matter. The teacher forced the girl to stop selling bread and devote herself to teaching, and one of her brothers took over the selling job in her place.
The surprise came when the exam results came out: she was the top student in the school. She continued this practice, under the teacher's daily care and supervision, until she was promoted to the first year of secondary school.
Then the teacher left Sudan to work abroad. There were no telephones at the time, so he continued to follow her news. One of her brothers grew up and worked on a water cart selling water. He continued to support her, and her relationship with the professor was cut off for twelve years...
After an absence of twelve years, the professor returned to Sudan. He had a colleague in his home country where he worked, and this colleague had a son at the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Khartoum. The colleague asked him to accompany him to university. As he entered the university with his friend, he stayed for a while in the cafeteria. There, a beautiful girl stared at him longingly, her face changing upon seeing him. He had no idea why she was staring at him with such excitement.
He asked his friend's son if he knew this girl and pointed to her lightly. The son replied, "Yes, of course. She's a professor who teaches sixth-year medical students."
Then the student asked the professor, "Do you know her, uncle?"
He replied, "No, but the way she looks at me is strange."
Suddenly, without warning, the girl ran toward him, hugged him tightly, and cried bitterly, her voice captivating everyone in the cafeteria. She held him for a moment, holding him in her arms without caring about anyone. Everyone thought he was her father. She burst into tears, looked at him, and said, "Don't you remember me, Professor?"
I am the girl who was a human being, and you are the one who transformed her into a successful person. I am the girl whose education you were the reason she entered school, and whose support you provided from your own pocket until she reached this stage, thanks to God, and then thanks to your care, concern, and unique humanitarian stance. I am your daughter, Fulana (the bread seller). She bid him and his companions farewell, along with a group of her classmates, at her home and told her mother and siblings about the humanitarian teacher who stood by them and changed the course of their lives.
