A reminder from Him who cares...

July 4, 2009 - When the doctor explained the x-ray result to me, I was totally disappointed. I thought it was just a matter of having torn muscles, but the fact was even harder to accept - I have fractured my 5th metatarsal...! As a result, I will not be able to walk for about 6 to 10 weeks. Well, of course that depends very much on how fast the self-recovery process would take. At the age of 37 and being a mother of 3, what more when the daily calcium intake was very low, I doubt myself to be able to recover fast. And so I sigh, again, and again, and again! This bad luck stroke very hard on me and didn't seem wanting to leave me for now. Like it or not, I will have to postpone a lot of my study activities, seminars, workshops, tutorials. Ugh!

I took the medication prescribed by the doctor only for the first 2 days. I was in pain, so the doctor gave me something to reduce it. But then I realised by taking the medicine I couldn't even open my eyes to read. So I stopped taking the pills. The pain came back, but I'd rather endure it than turning myself into a zombie that lost its way back home in the broad daylight. Nevertheless, I feel sad, depressed and lonely. Being immobile really restrict my ability to move around and do things as usual. I could easily get tired, my hands and knees hurt like h*ll trying to support and balance my slow movement at home. Gosh!

But then someone opened my eyes for what it means to be patient and keep hoping for the best to come. He was no other than my husband's cousin, Jaafar Omar. For those who know his story, they definitely say that Jaafar is spiritually strong and never gave up easily. He was involved in a road accident that made him paralised from waist to toe. Local newspapers said this accident was the worst that ever took place in 2008, involving a 10-tonne lorry and seven other vehicles. Location: Taman Connaught, Cheras, in front of Giant.

I used to cry during my visits at the hospital because his condition was so unbearable and full of pain. He had to undergo 3 different operations to clean up the "crushed bones" in his leg, hand and his back and to replace them with titanium. It took him about 9 months to be able to move his hands and right leg. Unfortunately, his left leg remain paralyse till now. Despite his strong will to get back on his feet and walk again, he is now another member of "OKU".

The strong spirit and effort that he has in him had never stopped him from going anywhere he wants. He can now drive alone to where ever he wants to go. He still sees some friends either for small chats or for business deals. I met him several times during family occassions. He might not be able to walk like a normal person, but he is as strong and as cheerful as before. So why must I feel sad and depressed for what happened to me? It's just a matter of ONE fractured bone. I am far more lucky than him.

After all, it's a reminder from Allah that I might have committed sin and should immediately repent to Him.

To abang Jaafar, I admire you for your perseverance and strong will to recover. I wish I have that such spirit in me to continue fighting.

May Allah bless you always