مع أن الردود مو ذاك الزود بس يلا بكمل القصة عشان عيون اللي قرأوها
Fortunately, she was awake although she looked collapsed. “Hello, I am glad to see you awake. How do you feel?” I started the conversation. She replied: “Hey, I am good. I am still waiting.” “Waiting! What are you waiting for?” I wondered. She smiled and said: “Never mind” she continued: “Why do you keep coming and accompanying me while other nurses and doctors gave up? It is boring to look at a dead body with opened eyes and beating heart. A body that is waiting its end clock to ticks, remains that are waiting to be washed away.” I interrupted her: “Do not say that. This is my job and I will happily take care of you and my entire patients. I understand how serious your situation is but do not loss faith. Take a look around you. Look at the other patients in this hospital. There is a little girl here who got burned, but she still smiles. Another boy lost his leg, but he is thankful for having another one. You went through a lot of difficulties and you experienced unusual types of pain, but that does not give you the right to croak or irritate. It is your predestination and you have to accept it the way it is.” She cried deeply and said: “Sorry, but you have no idea how much I am suffering. I know that other patients suffered, but at least they still have their lives. They have a chance to heal and start over.” I did not know how to reply, so I hugged and assured her.
After she calmed down I asked her: “Sara, where is your family? I never saw them here.” She said and her tears were choking her: “They... they do not know.” I said amazingly: “They do not know what?!” She explained “They do not know about my sickness. They do not know that I am here.” “What? But how cannot they know?!” I wondered. She answered quickly to erase my astonishment: “No one knows about my sickness. I did not tell my family or my friends. Listen I will tell you everything. I liked you and you took care of me, let me tell you my story to move aside some of what is burdening my withers.” I said: “Okay. Tell me everything. I am listening.” She continued: “I felt the illness worrying my body, trying to wash my smile and steal my lifetime. I did not finish my twenty year and that disease ravened me. The pain started with a quick twinge in my heart, the twinges continued and the ache storm began. After few days, I felt that the disease moved from my heart and reached all my organs, till the hollow of my sole. I pained and suffered in silence, and I tried to hide my serious illness behind my fake smile. I spent my days smiling to my family, while at nights I was crying and whimpering lonely. I felt terrified and I hesitated before I decided to visit the doctor, because I knew what I was going to hear and I was right. My expectations were correct. I could not tell anyone. I struggled to tell them but I fizzled out. My family thinks that I traveled to study while I am here to breathe my last breath. My mom sacrificed her life for me and she always dreamt of seeing me in the wedding dress but how far! If she knew, she would suffer more pain than I did. She cannot look at her little daughter, passing away in front of her sight, while she cannot do anything. She will not be able to hold the idea of losing me. She did the impossible to see me happy. How can I be the reason of her sorrow and misery? I attempted to tell my dad, who also spent his life to make my life better, but I could not compensate him with such news. I tried to tell my brother, who just got married, but he was so happy and I did not want to kill his happiness. My friends were excited to enter college and transferred to another stage of their lives. I could not inform them that I would not be with them. I could not tell anyone. They all had lives and I had to continue my life alone.” Her words really touched my heart, but they failed to convince me. I told her: “It is kind of you to think about other’s feelings but not in that way. Sara, no one deserves to die alone. What will be your family reaction if they did not get the chance to say goodbye to you? How will they feel when they discover what you hid? Sorry, but that does not make sense.” I tried hard to convince her, but she refused to tell her family. She was depressed and she kept looking to life through a black viewer.
As days lapsed, Sara’s situation was getting worse and her tenacity was getting tougher. I could not feel comfortable and be contented by being a stand-by watcher, incapable of helping in ending the sufferings of a young patient. I promised myself that I would help her, so I made a decision that might end my career life. As a nurse I do not have the authority to intervene patients’ privacy, but I breached the rules, picked up the phone and called her family. I never wanted to transfer the bad news, but I believed that her family deserved to know and that Sara did not deserve to be alone in her circumstances. Her family was in an awful situation when they arrived to the hospital. They had a lot to say to comfort their daughter. Sara’s mom wanted to hug and compassion Sara in her last moments, but unfortunately, it was too late. As they reached the hospital, Sara relinquished life. She went without a valediction. She died alone just like she always wanted. People’s eyes streamed when they saw Sara’s mom weeping her daughter.
This tragedy scene perpetuated in our memory and taught us that people are being judge according to their behavior not their age. Sara, that young girl, gave lasting fame to herself by setting a magnificent example of sacrificing. She defied misery and agony alone to sustain her family’s smile. She tried to pay back some of her parents’ courtesy, by avoid them seeing her dying and accompany her in the agonizing pain moments. She was a little girl who carried old people’s encumbrances and taught us to endure our difficulties, try to solve our problems and to grant Allah for what we have. She taught us that in this life you cannot know who is suffering and you cannot know when you are going to be next.