When
Memories Weep…..
Francisca*
clasped Abdul * Raheem’s hands in tears
A
silence veiled the scene
She
kissed his hands knowing that
It
was her beloved’s, once
Who
gave her a new life.
It
became somebody else’s now
But
she was happy that her
Beloved’s
hands are still alive.
An
accident resulted in the brain death of Joseph
Who
was like many of us
A common man who dreamt
About
his family and his daughter.
His
hands were donated to an Afghan soldier
who
had lostboth his hands in an Army encounter.
As
part of Organ donation- It was an initiative
By
Amritha Institute of medical sciences
Another
significant chapter in the history of India
It
was one of those solemn occasions which
One
would witness in a lifetime.
And
his daughter was all in a state of unspeakable joy or grief
She
took that hands to her forehead for
blessing
They
finally bid farewell to the whole scene
And
her mind goes like this….
“We
will really miss you father
But
You are not with us anymore
You
reside among stars, far beyond our reach
But
I know, You are watching and blessing us from Heaven
His
hands were not as every ones.
He
had magical hands, which turned out
To
perform miracles for me.
He
fed us love
In
fact he was our breath and soul.
But
much more for me as a daughter
Those
hands that consoled me when I was troubled.
He
was my strength
He
inspired me to strive more for perfection
Indeed
in everything
He
stirred me to move on in life
In
spite of what happens on our way.
Unlike
mother, he had an unusual patience on me
So
I loved him more than my mother.”
We
all have hands, but how many of us make use of them?
We
could not, in the wildest of the dreams,
Dare
to think of giving our hands to someone.
Do
we?
We
can even transcend by sharing our organs
So
let us be the change that we foresee.
*Fransisca
– Joseph’s wife and Aleesha, their daughter
Abdul
Raheem – An Afghan Army Captain
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