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Mr Waseem, we will have to move
your mother to ICU for special care.
But Doctor, you said she is all right now and just need
psychotherapy.
Yes Mr. Waseem but unfortunately she has gone into coma; she is
sleeping now, and we are trying our level best to wake her up.
Let’s hope for the good. We need your permission to move her to
ICU.
Waseem bhai is my elder brother
and was with me the whole month when Ami was in hospital. They
kept her in ICU for a week.
Waseem Bhai asked the doctor
about her situation: Look Mr. Waseem, I will not lie to you,
your mother is in a critical position. I want you to be ready
for everything.
He was aware of each and every situation.
I asked Waseem bhai: I know I
am the youngest son of her but now I am a grown up boy. You will
have to speak the truth. What doctor’s saying about her
situation? Is there any chances of survival? (I used the word
survival as I already knew her situation)
He replied in a convincing
manner: Look Danial! Tell me, can you guarantee me of your
survival to that life? Do you know how much time you have got to
live?
I was confused of that question, as if he was trying to deviate
my attention, he explained further: Everybody has to die one
day, There is no age fixed for our departure, I even don’t know
whether I will be again having this cup of tea with you in the
cafeteria next time, nobody is sure about their life, so is the
case with Ami.
I was happy with his answer and came to knew about her real
situation.
Next morning, the doctor gave
us another tragedy to tackle: Mr. Waseem, we are sorry to say
that we can’t find any way to save your mother, as she is
already a diabetic, an asthmatic and a kidney patient. And now
she is suffering from some kind of virus that we could not
figure it out. You will have to take her with you! Any where you
want; we failed. But for your sake we will examine her for one
more day, but tomorrow we will have to discharge her.
So when I came to know the
doctor’s saying, I thought this is the best time to meet ami and
ask forgiveness, of whatever misbehave I did. So I went in to
the ICU. They gave me a green coat, a pair of plastic gloves and
a cap to wear; I said I do not require these things to meet my
mother, but I had to cooperate with the management so I did. I
went inside; I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was living her life
on ventilators, half of her body was deceased, but her
brightening face was worth kissing, so I kissed her forehead
dripping my tears off. I felt that she is listening to me and
smiling. I said “Ami! I know you have decided to leave us and
now nothing can change your mind. Soon you will be meeting Allah
(swt), and that’s good for you. But I am sure you will not be
complaining about the misbehaves of mine with Allah.
I kissed her again and said “Allah Hafiz”
That was my last greeting to
her.
I went to the cafeteria, had a
cup of hot refreshing tea and went to the book shop. We were
going through some of the books as we received a call from ICU.
“Mr. Waseem, we need your presence at urgent”
Waseem Bhai didn’t reacted and
said, dear you just go through the books, I will be back in few
minutes. And he leaved.
As I was going through the
books, I couldn’t read a single word, all I could see the face
of her. I figured something fishy, so I did left the book shop,
as I was on my way to ICU, came across Waseem bhai. He said
confidently “ Ami has passed away, and Mashallah it’s the sacred
night of first of Shahban and Friday too, she must have gone
directly to the Heaven, all her sins have been washed away in
the time she suffered in the hospital”.
So we went to ICU, Waseem Bhai
and Arslan Bhai went in to see her last face, I refused to go
inside as I already met her an hour ago and I don’t want to meet
her again. I couldn’t...
Five minutes later, Arsalan
bhai said” let’s come and offer our maghrib prayers and ask
Allah for the forgiveness of Ami”.
So that’s all. She won’t be
suffering more from pain. She is free now. I Wanted to cry but
why should I cry,? Was it my decision? No, Never. It’s what
Allah Decides, and He the Almighty decides the best. But I
couldn’t resist my tears departing her in the grave of nothing
but only soil.
When everyone was gone, I was
still sitting with that lonely tree and grave of my mother,
realized the real meaning of life, it’s nothing but a test. We
will have to get prepared of our death, as today; I made a grave
for my mother, someone will make one for me sooner or later.
I still miss her, I miss the
bed she used to sleep on, I miss the sandal she used to beat me
with, and I miss the dark store she used to lock me in when I
misbehave. To cut a long story short, I miss someone who is the
only one worth loving.
The thing I have always felt
and wanted to say, and may have never said if she would have
lived is “I love you Ami”
The End
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Ami = Mother
Bhai = Brother
Shahban = The eighth month of the lunar year in the Islamic
calendar.
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