sickness and emaciation
Ahmed Seif Hashed
After months, I fell ill with a disease that I do not know.. I was emaciated and lost my appetite.. my body was so weak that it made me resemble the children of the famine of Africa whom we see in pictures and on TV screens.. Our childhood was miserable, we live in a struggle with death to survive.. Either disease It beats you.. death hovers over you and lurks around you every day and when..
Our neighbor “Abdul Karim Fadel” was a friend of my father, when he saw me, he said to my father in astonishment and without introduction: “Your son will die and will not live.” A short sentence might have come down on my father’s head like hitting a hammer.. It aroused his fears and galvanized his interest.. Perhaps this shocking sentence was a reason for me to overcome death and live.. This sentence filled with fears seemed to thunderbolt my father, and made him rush immediately and immediately to a hospital in Aden, However, the doctor told him that my condition was difficult, and the hope that I could live was weak.
Our neighbor indicated to my father that he should take me to a skilled doctor in Lahj, perhaps there he will find a glimmer of hope.. My father is looking for a glimmer of hope, and he feels more panic.. His heart beats like a drum, his chest rose and fell, his breath swayed me, and the rumble of his panic shook his conscience and his being.
This is what I felt one day too, when I was racing to death, trying to save my son “Fadi” from an asthma attack, when he was about my age or a little older.. My father was trying to save me, accompanied by panic.. The feeling that you are racing against death and preventing him from snatching it Your child is in your hands, a feeling of intense presence, and it cannot be forgotten no matter how old the years and how long you live.. I lived such a dense moment as a child as I lived it as a father..
In Lahj, the doctor said to my father, that my condition is very bad, and that I can no longer tolerate needles, and I will not be able to bear the disease any more, but “perhaps and perhaps” and decided for me a prescription for a treatment without needles..
My body responded to the treatment, and my condition slowly improved .. I began to eat more and more greedily every day, and for me, my father used to bring us a pound of meat a day, which I eat all on my own, and I do not let the rest of them eat anything of it.. This is what my mother used to tell me.. If they gave me a piece of it, I would not soon go back and ask for another, until I finished the last piece my father bought.. I can imagine the happiness of my father and my mother.. It covers him, and the secrets of his face bloom like lilies on the balconies of a groom’s house.. What a captivating and captivating feeling!..
I survived and recovered, and even became naughty and naughty.. I was destroying walls and scribbling them.. I break the water bell.. I throw eating boards at anything.. I break glass.. I throw food utensils.. I do all the foolishness and I throw everything I reach at what I lay my eyes on. ..while my mother would cry because of my actions sometimes, and get angry at other times, and punish me harshly most of the time, my loud crying and noise filled the house every hour, until the neighbors and the landlord complained to my father because of my inconvenience and crying.. I was annoying to my family, the neighbors and the landlord.. I could not stop About naughty, crying, noise and screaming.
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