A young girl, who appeared to be around nine or ten years old, lay on the lap of the woman, breathing shallowly like someone suffering from asthma. The woman was crying profusely, holding a bottle of water and sprinkling it on the girl's face because her breathing was threatening to stop.

In extreme distress, the woman said, "Please sir, drive this car faster. Please hurry, so we can reach the hospital quickly before anything happens to this girl. Oh my God, please don't let anything happen to her." She finished speaking as she sprinkled more water on the girl. The driver responded, "Madam, I'm already driving very fast..."

Seeing the girl's breathing weaken even more, the woman spoke again in extreme panic. "Please sir, drive faster, don't let this child die in my hands. I beg you in the name of God and the Prophet, speed up. If this girl dies, I will be in unimaginable distress..."

The driver shouted angrily, "What are you saying? Do you want me to get into an accident because of you? Why are you talking nonsense to people..."

"Oh my God, what kind of calamity is this? Are you trying to ruin me? What will I tell the girl's parents? What will I say happened to their daughter? Please sir, not for my sake, but for God's sake, have mercy and speed up..."

"See, I've already reached my speed limit. What do you expect from me? Do you want me to kill myself because of your problem?" he scoffed and focused on his driving.

The girl's breathing continued to weaken, her eyes rolling back, making the woman exclaim, "Oh my goodness, God have mercy on me. Sir, kindly speed up, please!"

The driver replied, "I can't go any faster in this area."

In anger, he continued, "Oh my God, what kind of people boarded my car this morning. My heart warned me against picking you up, but I didn't listen. Why did I pick you with this kind of problem when I wasn't blind?

"From today, I will be more cautious about the kind of people I pick up, especially people like you. I won't make the mistake of picking you again."

The woman was completely panicked, drenched in sweat, rambling incoherently, "Oh my God... um... um... sir, please don't be angry with me. Have mercy, look at the girl's condition and drive faster for her sake..."

"Please madam, stop bothering me. Wish me well instead. I'm doing my best; I can't kill myself for you. Do you want me to fly on the road or what?" the driver responded.

With a voice full of sobs, she said, "I didn't ask you to kill yourself or to become a bird on the road, but at least consider the condition of this little girl. Don't be the cause of my calamity and distress. If something happens to her, it will be the end for me because I will lose my job over this. Look, there's a traffic ahead of us..."