As I stepped into the room, golden rays were penetrating through the white curtains as if to spread their warmth and brightness into every corner of the gloomy room. The warmth was ominous but it seemed not able to bring me the comfort I yearned for.
Elsewhere in the room, the continuous beeping of the defibrillator could be heard. “Well, at least, at the very least, it’s still beeping. There’s still life!” I reassured myself. But looking at the slow and unsteady movement of the frequency curve on the screen, I knew that it was just a matter of time until the inevitable will happen.
Now paralyzed from chest-down, my uncle Abdullah could only obediently lay straight on the uncomfortable bed with his head and left arm were bandaged, eyes bloated and leg blue-black. Aunt Aminah, next to him, was still in total distress even after hours form the accident. Sitting besides my uncle and holding his motionless hand brought streaming tears down my cheeks. A chance meeting with old friends, over exhaustion and reckless driving seemed to have caused my uncle accident; but there were not on our priority list right now.
Me and my Aunt decided to pull ourselves together and try to find a way out of this tight corner, as my uncles had a rare blood type and the hospital seemed to run on low supplies, we decided to take action into our own hands and started to send messages to all our friends to come forwards to donate blood if they were AB positive. My uncle seemed in a critical condition due to significant blood loose and the replies to our pleas seem to fall on deaf ears.
Long hours seemed to crawl and the tension was building up while our hopes were diminishing and I found myself wondering “Will today be the day?” silently hoping for a miracle.
And the miracle came from apparently a total stranger.
The nurse informed us that a donor came forward and after carrying out the transfusion my uncle was out of danger.
Al my prayers were answered and only one mystery loomed in the air: Who was the donor?”
Later I come to know that it was one of my uncle’s friends and that he has met my uncle in the fateful night before the accident.
He talked to as shortly and went away as suddenly as he has appeared, but he has managed to touch us with his selfless act.
Thanks to Mr Aasif who came forward to help my uncle is still alive and due to his act of kindness I consider him a true friend and a true hero.
Name: Benazir Parvin Bte Hanifar
Millennia Institute
Pre-University, Year One(Arts)