I only gave a few clementines... or was it much more?

Today, I went to the market.  A head of me in the checkout lin stood a timid Somalian woman.  She placed her meager products on the conveyerbelt,  a few packages of halal bread, bananas, onions and clementines.  Her bill rang about 115 swedish crowns, 12 bucks.  She looked into her purse and asked the cashier with body language and the word 'orange', to deduct and return the clementines.

Me and my husband don't have much and we live a truly humble and meak life, but at this moment knew we have so much of worth.  I asked the cashier to please ring up the fruit and pass it onto the woman's side of the conveyer belt, and place the rest towards my side.

I stood next to this woman while packing my groceries.  When at last she only had the 'oranges' left to pack she turned towards me and could not find words.  Eventually the words that slipped across her lips was a swedish 'no, please'.  I just smiled and said with a silent firm 'please'. 

There was more silence and she uttered a humble thank you, also in swedish. I just smiled, and took my grocery bags and left the store.  I acted on an impulse, and I am very glad I did.  A bunch of fruit is nothing for me to give, however;  the gesture of caring is worth so much more.  I truly believe we all have a right to this earth.  We all are worth knowing, and we all truly come from the same family.  We all belong and have a place, no matter what country one has exiled to.