When it rains, It pours

I don't know how doomsday would be, but that day was no less than a doomsday.

My nephew and niece occupy major portions of my days. It is an important responsibility to look after them. This is a job I enjoy a lot.

I kept on playing with my nephew, capturing those heart-melting smiles in my memory cells. Unfortunately, he was playing with his father's iron hammer, instead of his own plastic one.



All of a sudden, the child hit me near my ankle, unaware of the effect of his action. Strong slaps of pain shook every living cell of my body right after receiving the hit. I don't like to show my pains all the time. So I just moved up to bed hoping that the pain would go away eventually.




After a few minutes when I tried to move, to my horror, I could not move a single inch of my body.

"Oh no! This is not happening to me again." I thought, making another effort to move. Flashes of the past kept running through my brain. I could clearly remember my physiothrapist's advice:


"If you create too much pressure on your mind or left foot, your nerves will be harmed, causing temporary paralysis."

Aside from memories of a lost sibling, this paralysis is the only thing that makes me weep. I was already in tears, shouting my vocal cords out. But none could hear me.

Luckily, I had my purse near me. Snatching my mobile phone out of that, I ran my fingers on the buttons. Only one person could help me, my elder brother.



Two years back, I had suffered from a similar attack as I dropped down from a flight of stairs. Even then, he was the first person to help me.



By that time, the left part of my waist to the end of my left toes felt totally blank. This is an unbearable feeling. My words can't express it.


My brother kept on calling my mom, giving instructions to decrease the pain. My domestic helper rubbed the affected area for some

time. Then she soaked a towel with hot water and wrapped my foot with it. Soon after, she vanished into the thin air.

Bit by bit, I tried to move. Although I could move slightly, my blood kept turning cold with pain.

Lying flat on bed, I stared blankly at the ceiling fan. A moment seemed like a year. Questions cut through my brain-Shall I be able to move again? Shall I see my friends? Shall I go to college?



I typed a short message in my phone and sent it to three of my very intimate friends.

Still unaware of the fact that none other than my two domestic helpers were at home, (my parents went to the vaccine booth

With my nephew), I expected someone to show up, but none did. (The rooms are very far away from one another.People working downstairs sometimes can't hear the sounds from upstairs)

Oh! Allah All mighty! WHY ME? Why do you always have to do this to me? What sin have I committed? Silently, I was asking the Lord of the Worlds.
Some moments afterwards, my phone beeped. My friend was at the other end. We talked a lot, which really did soothe my pains to a great extent.

My parents returned after an hour. I pushed myself to a shower hoping to keep my condition from getting worse.
I knew fate would keep me stuck to the bed for a very long time. I asked my father to get me five pencil batteries so that I could pass my time with my biggest medicine-my music.

Inserting the batteries into my little keyboard, I tried to travel to the distant land of music with the tunes of piano. Among the eight different tunes of my keyboard, piano was my first love.

In the evening, when my pain finally remitted, I felt like getting back from death.
The next day, though I was advised to stay at home, I did not do so. Stuck up in bed? Oh please! I always want to be active.

Having a sick look on my face when I’m in college is the last thing I would ever want. That’s why I look at the mirror from time to time. If my reflection seems a bit pale, I try to cover it up with a little makeup.
To me, the words SYMPATHY and UNDERSTANDING have two different meanings. I really loathe the piercing looks and juicy comments I have to come across every single day. People might think that I’m acting when I talk about my foot –ache. Some might also think that I’m trying to get away from studies. They’ll never understand the value of a few painless moments. If they could transfer their souls to my body, only then they would see the sea of silent tears beneath my smiling face.

My deceased brother taught me this method of writing down my feelings when none else would listen to me. The one loved most among my siblings left me behind, introducing me to the bitter reality called death.

At the age of nine, the windows of the world begin opening to a child. At that tender age, my heart had to receive a deep wound sent by all mighty Allah, shock I still can't accept. I can't believe that I have only one brother now, because I had two. Many nights, I had wept myself to sleep.
His photograph hangs on my parents’ bedroom wall. He always wanted me to shine following my own ways. Whenever I feel sad, a moment in front of that photo gives me immense strength.

I carefully took out my keyboard from the closet. That instrument was one of my most loyal friends. It was my brother’s before. When I touch it, I feel like hugging him. I played around three to four songs, unable to sing because of a broken voice.

Getting out of the room, I caught a sight of my nephew. There’s really something in those curious looks, those joyous smiles that drag me towards him. Seeing me, he snuggled up to my chest. Hugging him close, I taught him names of some birds.

Soon after, I was called to watch a musical show. I was more interested in my niece. Inserting my index fingers in those tiny hands, I softly kissed on that small forehead. Her baby-sounds seemed like music to me. My nephew and niece share a strong bond between them. As they were laid down side by side, I looked at those innocent faces, silently praying to Allah:
Lord, thanks a heap for sending these bundles of joy to my dark world.
This is life. Uncertainty, sorrows, love etc give rise to various experiences, which later dribble from my pen. After all, paper has more patience than people.

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I have a very supportive family. Without my parents and siblings, I could never come where I am now.