12 October, Tuesday
Today is my eldest son's birthday. Happy birthday Khairul. Mama loves you.
days ago, I had to go to PPUKM (Pusat Perubatan UKM) in Cheras for an
x-ray. Needless to say, hospital is a dreary and dreadful place to go.
And for sure, a destination which I don't relish going at all.
Everytime I go to PPUKM (that's like once a fortnight), I would feel
really miserable and despondent. Whenever I look around, I see a sea
of sick people. A couple of weeks ago, I was at the Orthopedic Clinic
for an Orthopedic Sports appointment to treat the persistent pain in my
There, my heart bled. Besides the patients with "hidden" orthopedic
problem, like mine, because it is something not evident to other
people, except you, yourself, there were 4 patients who stuck a chord in
me. And their orthopedic problem was for the world to see as you could
clearly see what was troubling and afflicting them.
One was an adult male who had to wear a metal brace over his head.
Can you imagine what he had to go through having to carry that heavy
burden on his shoulder? But he bravely walked about the Clinic, waiting
patiently for his name to be called.
Even more touching and heart-rendering was seeing three
child-patients. One was a little girl (no older than 13 or 14). She was
wheel-chair bound. What touched my soul was that the "wheel-chair" was
customised using a lazy chair (the one old folks like to relax in) and a
trolley board (you should imagine the chair being placed securely on
the trolley board).
It was apparent that the parents were not well off, hence the simple
but practical and innovative wheel chair for that little girl. And,
what touched me most was the fact that for her appointment, she was
accompanied by not only her parents but her elder sister too. Ever so
often, her parents and her sister would talk to her, fed her water and
bread, and would reposition her so that she'd be more comfortable. At
one stage, all three helped her to stand up as I reckoned, she was
getting tired sitting down. All three were sitting down behind her in
case she fell. I could see the overflowing love for her. I could sense
she felt truly loved.
The second child that stole my attention was a little boy,
approximately 9 or 10. This boy was securely strapped in a
luxurious-looking wheel chair which could be adjusted to recline 90°.
What tugged my heart was how his father kept showering attention on
him, talking to him incessantly and touching, cuddling and caressing
his hands and feet. Nevertheless, his mum's stony and indifferent
attitude amazed me. His mum hardly even looked at him, let alone
communicated or interacted with him. The scene perplexed me.
And finally, I was mesmerised by the next scene before me. A little
girl around 7 or 8. I reckoned she's a paraplegic. The wheel chair
looked expensive too and she was comfortably reclined. She was
accompanied only by her mum. What touched the very core of my being was
how the little girl's mum gazed lovingly into her eyes, how she talked
and played with her little girl despite there being absolutely no
reaction from her. She cooed, she cajoled, she lovingly talked to her
daughter. She kept adjusting the girl's position to make her more
comfortable, and now and then she was smothering and raining her little one with
And the above scene brought to mind, how we able-bodied human beings
took things and life for granted. We, able-bodied beings, who have
able-bodied children and spouse, seldom paused for a moment to thank the
Creator, the Exalted for the blessings He has heaped on us. Seldom do
we show our appreciation for the good tidings that Allah has showered
Think for a moment, those gems (the parents of that special children)
who seemed blessed and joyful despite their kids' condition. And the
irony of it all, everyday, we hear of stories of irresponsible girls who
dumped their babies (some still alive) to be devoured by animals. Hey,
even animals love their kids and would fiercely protect them.
Humans? Some are not fit to be called human after all!!!