Posts Tagged ‘hospital’
Shafaq the Twilight (part 2)
Posted on: June 30, 2015
- In: Humanity
- 22 Comments
I don’t show myself at my work. I remain hidden so that people don’t recognize me. I never gave anything to anyone myself but through the doctors or the nurses. My GP wanted me to Visit the Civil hospital so that people know me but I choose to remain hidden.
Those who are new to this page…… To all those who are new to this page there is information on what we do & what we are aimed at…….. Do inform people about this page as someone might get help through you…….. This page is dedicated to serve & guide the family members of patients having Alzheimer & Dementia. How to cope up with them at home? Not professionally but as a family. Though I am a Sonologist, by study & have a deep insight of Medicine but this was quite different for me. What I myself learnt over the years dealing with patients at home, that every patient is different from the other, has different ways to deal with & different reactions. But Gender has nothing to do with it. So while I was helping from my own personal id, we thought to have a page so that more people can access it. Please invite friends to like my page as it is purely to serve humanity. In the Subcontinent there is a need of awareness. Don’t take things as in old age everyone goes crazy…….Wrong attitude. This is a Psychological disorder & mostly Genetic. Help is needed…… Plus as the professional help is too expensive so either such families leave their patients, who need their family the most in this phase in Pakistan, The Old Homes, which are nothing like those in the West. But more like the places which are the so called mad houses. Those parents or any uncles & aunts you see having this problem, I request you to handle them with care. You might end up like this when you get old. Remember, what goes around turns around too. Help your elders now, maybe your young ones take you as an example & take good care of you when you are old…… Psychological disorders are not madness at all. They can be dealt with, if only we have a soft heart or, some patience especially for those who cannot afford private nursing. So there are always things we can do ourselves.
Just ask & we will help you out & guide you to our best abilities. Feel free to take guidance as it is free. May Allah Help all
This added work I do. I provide money for the patients admitted & Medicine for one week after they get discharged. I get the scans done from NMI as they charge less from the poor patients of My GP Dr. Adil Faraz
You won’t find any pictures of mine doing any of this work as I am anonymous to those whom I help.
I am at home most of the time. But when the other day a dead body was not getting released for mere 500 rupees instead of asking someone to collect money from home I went to the hospital. I banged the head of the administrator. Still the family did not know that I paid the money. I choose to do it that way. I don’t want to disclose my identity to those I help as I am usually present at the hospital & don’t want people to touch my feet as once someone did or act as if I am a saint or something. Hope you understand.
Even the person you sent me did not see me as I sent the money through my maid as my son was not present.
My BP remains extremely low & I have a dumping syndrome. My random blood sugar remains low & with time both getting lower. My neuro physician has told me try not to get unconscious as I might end up in a coma from which chances of revival are less. So live my life busy & full as when the time comes. Plus I do take care of myself as my doctor advice me. Migraines are my biggest menace but trying to overcome that too as I have learnt to live with my medical condition.
In the hospital even in my presence I never permit anyone to disclose the identity of who helped.
God bless this angel in disguise—-ameen
True Love
Posted on: October 8, 2014
Two years have gone by but not a single day passed I forgot that unbelievable experience of my life.
Sabiha Qaiser is my very dear and close friend. We served the same school for 10 years then I quit job but she continued. Our friendship bond elongates to 24 years now. Sabiha is very serene, diligent and caring whereas I am happy go lucky carefree person.
We both happen to be widows so understand the ups and downs of life. I often spent weekends at her home. Her mother was a very kind lady and my friend too. I loved her twinkling eyes and sweet angelic smile always radiating her face. She was an elderly lady but we enjoyed each other’s company. She would share her stories of youth. She was not like other oldies who only complain of ailments and being ignored. She was full of life. She had a sweet melodious voice so sometimes hummed old Indian songs. She was a very lively soul.
We chatted while Sabiha cooked and served us. I felt at home with them.
Sabiha’s parents were cousins. When to love opposite sex was considered sin, they fell in love. Fortunately they got married as well. Mr. Syed Muzaffar Ali and his wife Aquila Begum were born in Gawalior India where the great singer TANSEN is laid to rest in peace. Hence love and harmony ran blood in them.
Sabiha’s father loved his wife like the love between the famous love stories we have read and heard, like Samson and Delilah, Romeo Juliet, Heer Ranjha, Leila Majnoo etc. This couple also exceptionally loved each other. They never parted in their life. They slept on the same bed till the end.
Sabiha’s mother got a severe heart attack on 3rd December 2003. When her husband went to hospital to see his wife he couldn’t bear to see his love in such bad condition in ICU on bed no.13. He came home and prayed. His prayers were answered.
Mother’s condition improved so was shifted to a room. Whereas he got very sick and was taken to the same hospital where his wife was. It’s strange that he got the same bed no 13 where his wife lay a day before.
He went in coma on 5th December and passed away on 13th December 2003. He was born in 1924 died at the age of 80+. They lived 58 years together.
That’s true love.
Sabiha’s mother lived ten years after his demise. She being literate and poetry lover often sang a song; Lambi judai ——- (lengthy parting—missing you)
in memory of her loving husband.
She got ill and went in coma on 5th December 2012, the same date when her husband went in coma. She treaded to highway of heaven to meet her love on 21st Feb. 2013.
I have a very bad habit; I can’t see my dear ones in agony. I try to avoid as much as I can, so didn’t go see her when she was in hospital. She missed me, I know that!
But hearing that she’s in coma, I went to see her. Her daughters, daughters in law and grandsons along with Sabiha and the nurse were in the same room. Mother was in coma for days. Sabiha told her that Tanveer has come to see you. She was in blackout, didn’t move, and lay still. I went near her and wishing her said, “It’s me. I’m here” She turned her face slightly towards me, faintly smiled and back to the same pose of being in coma. It was surprising to see her response. Others present in the room called her but no movement no comeback. She just lay in bed motionless. It was astonishing for every one there in the room.
What was it! Was it power of love? The miracle or illusion—-
Sabiha gave me her mother’s white shawl and a small very old silver box as a token of love from her mother to me. It’s a treasure for life for me.
Love knows no boundaries!
Posted on: October 4, 2014
- In: fiction
- 2 Comments
It’s a true story about a very handsome ultra modern young man. He belonged to a very educated civilized privileged family. A word from his mouth of any wish was at once fulfilled.
He is the youngest of his seven brothers and 3 sisters. He was born in a Muslim family. But he never practiced any formal religious duties. He would sing dance attend parties and was not less than a playboy. He had a flock of friends. All of them were trendy and easygoing.
When got home late night, he was snubbed scolded by elder brothers and mother. Having belonged to a cultured and good family with values and virtues followed, so he just listened to hot words with his head down, uttering not a single word. He slipped in his room quietly for the next day’s plans with his friendsJ
Constant nagging, scolding and asking to get serious to either do job or take care of family business Abdullah decided to get into hotel industry. He joined classes to become a chef.
There he enjoyed the hotel ambiance and learning too. During this one of cousins kept seeing him often. Though Abdullah tried to avoid seeing him as his cousin Shan was trying to guide him to the virtuous path. Consistent effort worked. Abdullah gradually left his friends’ late night parties and dating etc. He started coming early at home. Parents and all family members were pleased to see the positive change in him.
His elder brother who was doing business in Bosnia asked him to join him. Hence Abdullah went to Bosnia. For couple of weeks he just visited sightseeing places. His brother wanted him to get familiar with new environment so he let him do what it pleases him.
One day Abdullah having an inquisitive nature went to a cemetery to see their way of making graves and system. There he saw a young very pretty girl lying under a tree insensible.
Abdullah was a stranger and didn’t know the system of handling problems. But as a human being he knew that he should help her. Thus he carried her to a hospital in cab.
Abdullah used to visit her daily. She was crippled, having only one leg. She had lost hope to live a happy life so addicted to drugs.
Abdullah fell in love with her. Her beauty was mesmerizing. Lara also became fond of him. Abdullah married her. Abdullah’s mother did not approve of this marriage as she wanted him to marry a normal Muslim girl. Abdulla convinced his mother by saying that a normal girl could have met accident and lost her leg then would Abdullah leave her? Lara was a lucky girl. Abdullah loved her deeply. He washed cleaned cooked everything. She completed her education and became lecturer. Allah blessed with a son.
Abdullah was getting aged and tired of earning and looking after wife and son. So he married a Libyan widow with her 4 children.
Abdullah got one daughter from his new wife. Lara allowed Abdullah without any ill feeling.
Now he has 6 children and two wives. The two families live in separate homes but not far away. All of them are happy. Abdullah is basically a very kindhearted man. He was so handsome and rich that he could easily marry any beautiful girl but he tried to help and be happy
Love begets love!
blessings for all
