Intensive-care unit :
that's how I get abbreviation of ICU while I goggled it. I was never admitted
there & I hope I never will be. But I saw my dad there for seven days
before he died. I can remember how shocked I was when I saw him first time in
that hospital's bed as senseless. The only word I said was "Oh My Allah!"
Life in ICU
was really different from my known world.
At day 1: I
saw a patient next to my dad's bed. She was talking and let her family know
about her discomfort. I was wishing if my dad could open his eyes for once;
just told us what his discomfort; just like the lady next to his bed!
At day 2: I
didn't saw that lady ever. She died in the morning!
In those 7
days, I felt like everyone of my family, my mother, my brother, my sis &
me, we lost something apart from my dad. We are never the same person any more.
I never
thought I will ever miss my dad the way I am still missing him. I never thought
that I will also like to follow some of
my dad's footsteps. I start realizing the worthiness of some of his deeds that
I used to see him doing.
I have
promised something to myself during that time. And dad, I will fulfill all of
those, InsAllah.
I love you
and I will love you always.
**This year I again started writing & today is
Bangla Noborsho!!! sob bangalike !! 1417 er onek onek suvecha.
