Saturday, December 22, 2007
Listening to stories about death.. touches you deep inside, but watching someone dying infront of you.. to witness such event, is waaaay much more hitting.
At the hospital, spending some days in the intensive care unit, any one would witness the death of some patients. In Dubai, the family members are allowed to spend all day long with their patient even if it was in the intensive care unit. So, years ago i was there with my grandma for a quite long time.. saw other patients.. talked to them and their families.. cheked on them some even laughed and said jokes together. One after one.. passed away.
Families crying, some were prepared already. ME oh me .. I was sneaking to see that dead woman or man.. torturing myself more.. some were face covered.. some looked just like asleep. I was devastated.
Of course that made me think more about death. Do they really see a tunnel with a strong light at the end and thats it? or do they see flashes of their lives? Or they only see Ezrae'el and his gang? (esta'3far allah) Is it painful when the soul leaves the body? Only dead people can answer those questions.
That kid, next to my grandma room, I used to visit him , and do funny faces behind the window between the two rooms. He was so young and too ill, i didnt really know what was his condition, but i guess it was a unique illness. The day after his surgery, doctors and nurses rushed to his room.. he was bleeding from his nose and ears, I was watching from the window.. they closed cutrain, but i still could see his face through a narrow angle. He saw me.. and kept staring at me and me staring at him, doctors seemed helpless, mother was outside without any expression. He was laying back and relaxed.. bleeding as well.. doctors were around him, blocking my sight sometimes but still we were staring at each other. He passed away. I left Dubai back to Kuwait.
Did he see the tunnel! Did he see his mom and dad! Did he see Ezrae'el! Or all he did saw was me!
May all of them rest in peace.