LOVE in LIFE

salam... hye again.. i've been thinking hard how should i write regarding my experience in the past few days..well, i've mentioned about my mum seeking alternative treatments.. havent i?? so, last tuesday my mum, bro and i.. went to this islamic treatment center.. this is the place where lots of people with cancer in late stages seek help... when people feel that something outside the terrestrial is actualliy haunting them (saka, jin).. well... i dont want to give my ideas or opinions on the treatment(cause my mum might scold me).. but i want to share my experience being with these patients for almost 3-4 hours in the middle of the night.. yes!! my mum's turn was around 12 midnight!!!! and finished around 12.30.. but we were there since 9.. so many people were waiting for their turn... waiting is painful.. excruciating.. if i feel so.. then think how a man with last stage of colon cancer feels??

but you see.. these people are accompanied by their family members.. it's always touching to see how hard they fight to survive and how patient the family is... where do i even begin to express how touched i am.. how amazed i am with the power of love and perseverance..i know.. you might ask, HELLO, YOU STUDY IN A HOSPITAL.. YOU'LL SEE THIS KIND OF ENVIRONMENT EVERYDAY... well.. ladies and gentleman.. what i wanna reveal might shock you but i honestly think that, TO BE ACTUALLY SITTING AMONG THESE PATIENTS, BLENDING IN WITH THEM, HEAR WHAT THEY SAY TO EACH OTHER, SEE THEIR FAMILY AND FRIENDS HUGGING THEM, HOLDING THEIR HANDS, BELIEVING IN THEIR LAST CHANCE OF A HEALTHY AND 'SAFE' LIVES... is something i rarely seen in an ordinary hospital wards.. these people, with the feeling as if that is their only chance of leading a better life would wait for their turns until 3 in the morning.. and they talked to each other.. about their diseases and reassuring one another that everything is gonna be ok.. BELIEF.. THEY BELIEVE IN ALLAH... and i feel a pang of sadness as i was rubbing my mum's back..

what did i see there?? i saw a husband, pushing his wife who was on her wheelchair.. from what i could observe.. the wife was paralysed.. and the husband.. oh my, he looked rather tired with those bloodshot eyes..hurm.. he probably havent shaved in months.. but still smiling while pushing the wheelchair..saying "kita balik ye sayang" to his lovely wife.. his wife smiled in return.. from that smile, i can see faith.. hey, i'm not kinsella or ahern who write about love stories.. i'm just me, writing about what i believe.. what i see and feel.. i know she had faith in the treatment she had just received.. you can see it in her eyes.. the shine of hope..

and i saw a couple.. in their mid thirties... the husband was still in his office attire.. well, clearly he was accompanying his lovely wife.. i can tell that she didnt normally wear a tudung but that time, she was wearing the 'telekung' for solat as the treatment requires the female patients to be in the telekung.. the husband would laugh with her, take her pictures using the phone, share the same drinking water with her.. just be there for her.. comforting her.. holding her hands.. never letting go for a second.. she was looking pale.. even if she tried to hide it with her make up.. i can tell that she was really tired.. but still cracked a beatiful laughter upon hearing her husband's jokes or rather enjoying every moment when the husband teased her...i want that too you know... the life partner in sickness and in health.. they make me believe in that.. very charming couple..

then, there's a daughter.. a few years older than me perhaps, holding her father's hand.. he was severyly disoriented.. he didnt know where he was.. what's his name.. he just knew his daughter.. he had cancer.. of what, i'm not sure.. i just heard the word cancer(yes, i've become one of those mak cik joyah who eavesdropped in other people's conversation)whatever it is it surely gave a huge blow on his cognitifve function.. disrupt his central nervous system.. and his daughter.. oh boy, his daughter attended him like he's the king of the world.. he didnt say any words at all.. but the only phrase that she kept repeating is 'sayang abah'..well, she did say other words.. but these are the ones that she kept saying... thats a bit melodramatic isnt it.. but sometime life is melodramatic..

oh, not to mention, a 47 malay pakcik and his wife.. he had colon cancer. and the doctor said that all they can do is to give him more chemotheraphy since a big portion of his colon has been removed.. he was a first timer at the islamic treatment center..same like my mum.. he was curious about the treatment and the process but i hear him saying to another patient.. USAHA, USAHA..ALLAH TAKKAN SIA-SIAKAN HAMBANYA YANG BERUSAHA.. being there like being in a motivational book!!! where everybody is teaching you about life.. directly!! huuu..

oooohhh.. there were also parents who bring their children to seek treatment.. there was this one mother, although she cut the line and selambe je go in front of me, taking my turn but i couldnt help but to feel for her as she was begging the clerk at the tretment center to let her son see the ustaz without any appointment.. (yes, you have to make an appointment several months earlier to meet this famous ustaz).. kasih ibu pada anak...sampai syurga..

talk about parents... there was this dad.. who brought his child for the fourth time already.. driving all the way from Johor..just to make sure his handicapped child would have a slightly better life.. better chance.. and right after the treatment, he had to rush back to work the next morning... hadoi... what parents do for you...i wanna quote thi incredible dialog i over heard in tv today "I'VE DONE EVERYTHING FOR MY CHILDREN, BUT THEY HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT HURT ME"..let's become anak soleh and solehah shall we.. for parents have done so much things for us even before we were born... have i mentioned that most of this people, came from far.. johor, terengganu, kedah.. to seek the treatment..

life..lifE..liFE...lIFE..LIFE...ironic