Not
many know this part of me , I don’t speak about this much . But , this incident
changed me so much and made me aware of so many things I was ungrateful and
ignorant of , I realized I should.
Dated back to summer break 2011. It was the month of June and everyone was indulged in chores . I got done with mine and went to the kitchen to check on the eggs. My mom kept them for boiling in a pressure cooker ( apparently it’s a speedy process ) . She had asked me to turn the stove off , pull the whistle to release the pressure and then take the eggs out to cool . I did the same , except I didn’t release the pressure completely ( in haste of-course ).
What
followed happened in a matter of seconds and happened so fast I couldn’t
prevent it . As a result of exerted pressure the lid bounced off and stuck to
my face and the boiling water poured on as well . I was a little agile in
removing the lid off my cheek but the hot boiling water was unavoidable . Thanks to the cooker’s lid the
water poured only on the left side of my face , I screamed . My aunt rushed to
help .
First
aid ? Colgate as it would prevent blisters and give a cooling effect . The pain was unbearable I had to sit in
front of an air cooler so that I didn’t feel the burn as much . It was
torturous . Little did I know this pain was only physical , what I had to go through
later would be worse . We rushed to the hospital as soon as my dad came
.
The
first hospital redirected us as they couldn’t treat this kind of burns. On
reaching the second hospital there was huge queue , I felt even more miserable
. But , the people were kind enough to let me go first . The doctor first
checked if my eyes were fine as I wore contact lens , then rushed me to the
emergency room . I was nervous , scared
. They nursed my burn and consoled me telling the burning would reduced but the
scar would remain faintly .
I lost hope . On knowing that I won’t be the
same again . Luckily I had my holidays going on so I was mostly at home ,slightly
sobbing looking at old pictures. Every
trip to the mall or just a step outside was a terror , all those weird
questioning eyes , second looks and finger points . Everything was adding to my
misery . The ointment tube got empty and
the wound wasn’t making any progress yet . Disappointed again , me and my
family left for pilgrimage . This was pre-planned and at that point it felt like
the only good thing happening .
On
reaching there and on the sight of Kaabah my knees felt weak , I had been here
many times but , this time I had something I really needed to pray for .It’s
true a person remembers god most only in pain . It’s sad but the truth . For my
scar to heal and my families’ well being is all I prayed for .
As
we were in Mecca we had access to abundant Zam-Zam . I washed my wound with it everyday . One fine
day when I was washing my wound I felt a little peel . My skin was loosening , I
gently tugged onto the peel and gradually a major part of the skin was off . Beneath
which was my normal skin . My happiness knew no bounds , I fell in Sujood
sobbing and thanking Allah . The next day the remaining skin had shed off and
now I was back to how I looked before . My miracle happened !
I
don’t know if it was the after-effect of the ointment or ZamZam itself .But , I
sure do believe this is my miracle . It happened as a result my supplications .
From this event onward my faith has only strengthened and has made me
acknowledge every small blessing in life .
We
all just ramble about things we don’t have instead of counting our blessings . Thank
the lord for keeping us healthy and for all the tiny good things in life .
Count your blessings !
Until next time
Polý agape (lots of love) and stay cheerful :)
