Behind the fire lines
Are nothing but prayers that cover her fears
But it can’t prevent her tears from falling and drawing hundreds of questions
With the painful one: where is he now?
She knows God is always there for all the people who are fighting for their right
To get their freedom back..
But things get complicated and the image is foggy when blood covers the land
All she hears is people screaming and hearts deeply bleeding
Behind the fire line he’s standing there
Who knows what’s going on?
There, is it a safe place? Or is he not okay?
Thoughts are the big enemy too when they takes us to imagine an anonymous bloody place
Where people went asking for peace and suddenly haters cut them into pieces on the streets
She’s fighting the evil thoughts by praying and trusting God that He will take care of him…
She sleeps every night wishing to see him in her dreams
A dream can heal for once even if reality will slap her on the face
When she wakes up
But at least it will stop the tears for a while ..
Behind the fire lines her heart is burning there trying to search for his face
And her soul is aching while waiting for his return …
Hello everyone, just wanted to announce the release of my first book ” Let Them Go With A Smile”. It’s on AuthorHouse.com & here’s the link:
The moment comes, when we have to say goodbye. Goodbyes not for the end of a relationship between us and our loved ones, but to see them returning away overseas. A piece of us leaves with them. The heartaches that grows while we stand there trying to accept the reasons that takes them back to the place they call their second home. We can do nothing but pray for them to get there safely. Everyone has someone who lives overseas, who can’t find the opportunity in their own country to work. They are forced to leave, leaving behind them their families and friends, the friends they were raised with. At some point they have to sacrifice in order to live. It’s not easy to leave the place of your birth, that will always leave them feeling torn. Always missing the places they used to go when they were kids. The memories still stuck in their minds as they traveled the whole world. Even if they became rich and famous, they will always want to go back to the places where they used to go as little kids. Always have that desire to relive the moments, the moments that became their past when they had to leave overseas for a living.
It used to be harder to leave. There was no internet to connect to family, sometimes it took months to receive a letter from loved ones. The phone calls were too expensive to make. The trips took longer, and to be a world apart from each other really meant to be apart. In the past, things were harder than nowadays. These days, it’s much easier. It’s true that technology has made the world a small village. The letter that used to arrive after a month now arrives in a minute, or a second, by email and Fax. Cameras can allow us to see a person in any place in the world. All these things have helped people to keep in touch with each other. And also erased thoughts or doubts that people used to have, when they had no idea where their loved ones are now living. They used to wonder where they lived, what the country looked like. These days, it’s enough to Google the place, type the country name and the map will show us where they are. Technology means that you might know more about a place than those that live there. Nothing is impossible with modern life, everything is coming easily, and it’s getting easier.
But still we can’t ignore the danger of traveling, of crossing the seas to live in another country. Still not easy to be accepted, especially for parents, they always wish to have their children around them. Living with them in the same country, in their home. Technology can’t erase that feeling of pain when we wave goodbye to our loved ones and watch them disappear away. Even if we know that after they leave we are going to send them messages via facebook, or make a skype call with them, or email. The ache will stay, the distance still stands between us. Wishing they are here at this moment, we recall the food they like, and wish we could send them even a bite. We recall the places where we were with them, the laughter, specific words they use and that we love to hear them say. It makes us smile to recall those moments from the past, but even if they are writing to us, still our eyes are wet because the distance is still there to pain us.
Worse though is the plane accidents that happen every year. Thousands of people moving between their country and another, who never make it to their destination. Killed while they traveled, coming down into the sea, some bodies lost, others so damaged they can’t be recognized or identified. While they float in the ocean, their families and friends are waiting for them in an airport. How painful it is to wait for someone who will never come back again? Technology can do nothing about that. It can’t ease the hurt of their families, it can’t change the bitter fact that they gone and will not return. How many people have been lost in the skies, and in the oceans and seas? The danger of flying is always there, the possibility of never seeing our loved ones again after they travel away overseas. Every day a huge number of people are moving from country to another. Some of them are now saying goodbye for the last times to their families, but they don’t know that yet. Some of them left their home last night only to find after they arrived that their mom or dad or one of their families has passed away. Would they have left if they knew it was their last goodbye, or would change their life forever, losing someone they love. Airports are full of travelers, some who are welcoming people with happiness and tears of joy, and others who are waving goodbyes with pain and tears of sadness. Are they going to see them again, who knows? Others are postponing their flights to spend more time with their friends and family. Some others are afraid to leave at all, or decide to return to their country to live the rest of their lives with their family.
The flights taking people overseas hide so many things. The possibility to see people again and the possibility to never see them again, that too is always there. Nothing could describe our happiness when we open the door and see our loved ones surprising us after they’ve been overseas for years. The feeling of joy and pleasure to see them again is beyond description. And nothing could describe the moment when we have to say goodbye to them. We just wish that time could stop at the moment they come, so they could stay forever. But time keeps running, and soon they will have to rush away again, to be in another part of the world. They too might wish to never leave, but the time will come that they have to say farewell and go. Technology will keep them in contact, it will ease the distance, but it can never erase the loss we feel when they leave. The moment they leave we fake a smile to hide our tears, we pretend we are fine. But that moment will never be easy when we watch them disappear away overseas.
She sits in silence her tears pouring down, her hands shivering and dancing to the rhythm of her heart beat. It’s a glimpse into what surrounds her, a past that turns her world around. Calling out names of people who have faded away, nothing in her ears except the echo shaking her cold body. Nothing in her eyes but tears, she’s a woman in black living moments of fear…
What covered her soul with sadness? What made her wings too weak to fly as high as she had dreamed? She had been an angel with a pure heart, no wounds caused by lies, not afraid to walk in the sunshine, wise and full of life. Now she’s an aching heart, dancing in the dark with broken wings. When she falls and another wound appears on her body, she’s content with her bleeding skin. But there are other wounds that are hidden inside of her heart.
She heads to her closet to pick a colorful dress, maybe it can help her to take a step to happiness, she hope so anyway. If she could change the colour she wears, picking her favorite dress with a broken smile, she thinks she might change her dark mood for a colorful one. But standing in front of her mirror, what she sees is herself wearing black again, how come she wondered looking down, it’s a colorful dress, but a glimpse into the mirror and it’s black again… It’s the reflection of her aching soul in the mirror, that can’t allow her to be happy, won’t allow her to fool herself by covering her body with a colorful dress. She’s not smart enough to fool her soul, it’s not about her body, it’s about what lies within. When skin is wounded it bleeds, but then it heals. Maybe there will be a scar as a reminder of the wound, maybe not. But when her soul is wounded, it is a hurt without bleeding or screaming, and she is lost in a body that doesn’t know what to do. A wounded prisoner in a sad body, that can’t give up, yet can’t escape. That is the blackness in the woman’s soul…
She would break her mirror to destroy the truth she’s denying…. The truth that hurts, the truth that would always be there… Leaving her room the pieces of her mirror cover the floor, they seem to her like shards of her aching soul…. Please Lord give me strength she screams silently, asking for the power to feel strong enough, to stand up on her own again. She has faith to ask God for help, to look up in prayer when everything else would turn her down. When none of those passing can give their hands to help her up, only God is willing to do that.
She knows that all those who came her way may be good people, but still they turned, to become a pain in her life, turned now into illusion. The love she gave taken for granted, the friends she trusted have left her alone with doubt, and those who passed away have left her with a dead heart and a soul in pain, turning her days into black. So many questions she asks herself. Asking why? Such an easy and short word, but the answer is so complicated and hard. Walking slowly with breaking steps, she’s too young to feel old this way. She’s full of life, so why is she’s dying silently everyday? What makes her switch on the light in the middle of the day, when the sun is shining and warm? She lives in the light but sees nothing but darkness, she has her own world no one else can enter, to be there to share her pain. All she sees is darkness, opening her eyes or closing them, it’s all the same. Who should she blame that the light has left her life? Who would take her hand and walk slowly with her, who can show her the way. Who would be brave enough, kind enough, to make her feel safe? She tries through her faith to light her way, she asks for God’s help in all the ways she knows. She has none beside her except God and her faith.
She’s a young woman who was surrounded by big numbers of friends, but started to lose them one by one until she ended up alone. She has memories that she keeps of things she can’t feel or see any more. The breeze touching her face, the flowers and the trees playing in breeze, the giggling of kids and their innocent faces. Recalling them makes her feel a little alive, but all that she hears is a killing silence that she fears. She can feel the happiness of other women with their children and their men when they are pass her by, but yet she can’t dare to wish to have a family and kids too. It’s spring time and the sun is shining outside, she touches her lips making sure she’s smiling, heads to her closet to try to figure out which colorful dress to wear, picking her blue dress, she never looks at her mirror. Standing on her balcony she tries to be strong, a passing neighbor tells her she looks good today, she smiles, forgets herself and goes to see herself in the mirror, all she sees is black. Her soulful eyes fill with tears, ruining her make up, she breaks down on the floor, and breaks another mirror, it’s not her mirrors fault.
Darkness is covering her life. There is only her faith left now to light up her way. She searches again and again through her faith to re-find her security and joy. She’s a blind woman fighting every day to find her way back to happiness. In the past she was a happy girl full of life. They all see her as the girl in the ever-changing colourful dresses, she has her own world. In her sight everything has changed, she has forgotten the sensation of being happy, she accepts the bitter fact, she’s a woman in black.
Every morning with the sunrise, a new pain starts in someone’s life, a new hope is renewed in someone’s eyes, fighting to live, or fighting to give. Give the person who needs them, the caring and the love they are lacking…
Sarah lives in the city now, has to learn to deal with this kind of life. Where the time passes so fast, people running to get early to work, as if they are chasing time. She comes from a village, a place in the mountains where everything is calm and quiet. Where all the people know each other and care for each other, even if they are in a hurry. They have the time to look at the person who’s passing them by and say good morning. But from now on, she has to get used to the city life, for the sake of her angel…. As usual, every morning she drinks her coffee rapidly, gets dressed, takes her flowers and runs rapidly so to never miss her morning customer.
It’s true she has all the day to sell her flowers, but looking at this one persons eyes in the morning making her rich, not financially, but emotionally…. Those eyes fill her heart with happiness, and her day with security. “Good morning madam”, this the voice she waits to hear every morning. She looks back at that girl and says, “Good morning to you young lady, here’s your flower”. With a shining smile the young girl takes her flower and gives the dollar to the flower seller. “Thank you, your flowers fill my days with a warm perfume”. With a little cute wink from that girl’s eyes, the lady’s day is as perfect. Selling that one flower to a stranger allows her to gain not just a dollar but also a smile that will never leave her face the whole day… In her room she has a big diary, where she writes the date and details of that first flower that she sells each day. Beside every flower, she writes what exactly she saw in the girl’s eyes, what she felt when she saw her, and how much she is grateful that she met her that day.
Sarah doesn’t have friends, those she had are all back in the town she left, where nobody knows for what reason she left. She went to search for someone who brings happiness to her life, for someone to give a reason for her to live after she had given up on living.
Sarah’s story began when she married a young rich man from the city. He was a very gentle and wise man who came to her town to visit his cousin. The cousin was Sarah’s friend, but she never thought that one day this would end up in love. But this is how things go sometimes, and over the course of many visits to the town, love grew strong between Sarah and Ethan, until one day they decided to get married. Her family had their concerns about the marriage, Ethan was a person from an upper class family and Sarah’s family were very normal. They were afraid that this class difference would have effects for Sarah’s future happiness. But when these fears were exposed to Ethan, he assured her that these were illusions and nothing was going to happen, he would buy a property in Sarah’s town so they could live in peace.
After two years they had a baby girl, Emma. The baby filled their life with happiness, and for several more years Sarah’s life with her husband was wonderful. Love, laughter, amazing moments to remember forever, and Emma’s presence adding so much fascinating happiness to their days. Until one day, Ethan went on a business trip and never come back. The train he was on crashed and he with hundreds of other people died. Emma was only 3 years old, and for Sarah all her years burned in front of her eyes. She felt she’s been left alone, Ethan was her whole world, she felt like a stranger in the world. Though her family and her friends were all around her, she could never feel any connection to them. A couple of months later, Ethan’s brother showed up asking to take Emma to raise her in the city with his parents. Ethan’s family were against his marriage to Sarah, but Ethan had left them all in shock by moving to marry the small town girl who had captured his heart. Sarah tried to resist, to keep her daughter with her, but the powerful have ways and they took Emma away. Since that moment Sarah never knew anything about her daughter. The years went by, and with every year a piece of Sarah’s heart were dying. Only the memory of her husband was left, and of Emma’s laughter, that she seemed to hear all the time…
As the years passed by she changed into another person, shaped by the tears and the pain, by memories of her angel’s giggles and her husband waving with his last smile on his face. Until one day, Sarah received a letter from a friend of Ethan’s, a letter with Emma’s address. Sarah couldn’t believe that after 18 years she might see her daughter. She packed her up her life in a suitcase and went to the city. Challenged by everything, a community that she was unused to living with, strange people she didn’t know how to talk to… The first thing she did was search for Emma’s address and try to think of an excuse to talk to her. The photos that were sent in the letter showed how pretty and wealthy Emma was. Her grand parents took care of her it seemed, but not enough, since they raised her away from her mother. Standing on the street facing Emma’s apartment, Sarah waited for Emma to leave her place.
Then as if from nowhere a beautiful lady walked out the gate, talking on her phone. Sarah looked at the photo she’s holding tightly between her hands, so tense as if she was afraid she would drop it. Sarah compared it with the girl and the tears ran down her face, that was Emma, that was her daughter. She wanted to run towards her and hold her so tight, but she couldn’t. Her baby girl is there grown up to become a pretty lady. Sarah felt as if she was safe again, with a new reason to live, and a new reason to love her life. She rented a small room and with time she collected information about her daughter’s life. And with everything she needed to know she was ready, set herself up to sell flowers.
Sarah’s first day of selling flowers started when she stood near where Emma waited for her driver to take her to the university. With weak steps she got near to Emma and said, “a red flower every morning will fill your day with warm perfume and add smiles to your face pretty lady”. Emma turned around and looked at the woman’s eyes, with a shining smile she said “Sure, why not. Are you new here?” Sarah felt like her heart was stopping, not sure if it was from happiness that she was standing in front of her daughter after 18 years, or sadness from missing all these days watching her growing up. Sarah wanted to tell her that she was new in this place, but not new in Emma’s life. She wanted to tell her that she was the one who had given birth to her, but she gathered herself and said, “Yes, I’m new in this place, I’m trying to sell my flowers, but not all people are interested in buying flowers”. Emma smiled and said, “Well, now you have got a new customer, what about if I meet you every morning in this place to buy a red flower?” With a little wink Emma added, “And don’t you dare to miss this appointment ok ma’am?” That little cute wink, her dad used to make it. Lord help me, Sarah felt drained and about to pass out, it was almost too much to handle. But yet she thanked God for finding her angel again. “Ok” Sarah said, “How can I miss looking at such an angelic face like yours young lady?” Emma wished Sarah a happy day as she left.
For the next several years, Sarah had a reason to wake up and live every morning. Emma graduated from her university and started her own work, and Sarah followed all Emma’s news. Due to the trust they built they became quite close. But that friendship never crossed that corner in the street, the place where for Sarah the whole world turned around. Standing in the cold to sell flowers wasn’t easy though, Sarah’s health started to get bad and she got a lung infection. Her face started to look ill and under her eyes there were black circles, which showed how tired she was getting day after day. Emma used to check on her and offer to take her to the Doctor, but Sarah didn’t want to, all she used to say was “I’m fine, I don’t feel any pain”. Sarah was afraid to miss a day of seeing her angel’s face in the morning, and she would convince herself and her daughter that she was fine.
One day Emma came to the place to buy her flower as usual, but she couldn’t find Sarah. She was worried about her, standing in the middle of the street looking left and right, trying to find someone to ask about the flower seller. A man asked her “Are you looking for your friend?” Emma turned quickly and really concerned replied “Yes, have you seen her today?” He said “Unfortunately, we found her this morning lying in the street, I think they took her to ER”. Emma interrupted him and asked, “do you know where she lives?” The man was surprised, “You don’t know where she lives?” Emma replied “No, she never told me”. The man smiled, and said “in a little room under the stairs”… Emma was shocked. She went to check the room, the door was unlock, the room had one bathroom, but not even a kitchen. When she stepped into the room she stood powerless, not believing what she was looking at… Photos of her from when she was a little baby, but she never had photos when she was that age. She saw Sarah’s diary where she had written alongside every flower she had sold Emma, how she had felt to see her Angel’s eyes. In the drawer she even found the letter that had caused Sarah to move to the city. Emma couldn’t believe it, she recalled how every year on mother’s day Sarah used to say, “Here this is another red flower for your mom on her day”. Emma used to reply, “Thank you but my mother died when I was a little girl, my grand parents raised me”. Emma recalled that she used to see tears in Sarah’s eyes, she though she was feeling Emma’s loss and pain. Then Sarah used to give her an extra flower and said, “Take this for free, but in water as if you are buying it for your mom and you are going to see her tomorrow, she will feel your love”.
Emma stayed in shock for hours, crying, and not know what to do. Having doubts, and yet no doubt, at the reality of Sarah revealed, her real mom. Running to the ER to see her mother, she saw her lying in the bed without any movement, without any breath. Another visitor had reached this the place before Emma. Death! Emma stood there in a silence, not only her heart was breaking, she felt her soul was aching too. A voice cut her thoughts and the silence, “Do you know this woman?” Emma replied “Yes, she’s my mother”. The nurse handing Emma a letter said, “She gave me this letter with this photo and asked me to give it to her daughter when she comes”. Emma took the letter with shivering hands and started reading…
To my daughter with love…
I never knew real happiness until you came to my life, you decorated my days with your angelic smile, I never knew how to deal with death, how to die every day in a new way, until they took you away from me, and then I never knew how to come back to life again until I met you again after 18 years.
I know when you read this letter I’ll be gone, I know you have so many questions to ask. I came to the city searching for you. The room I rented faced your room. It’s a tiny room but through that window that faced your apartment I used to feel that I’m living in a castle, and looking through it’s window to my real world, you.
I convinced you to buy a red flower every day from me because it would bring warm smiles to your days. I was selfish to ask this, I wanted these smiles so much after I lost them so many long years ago. It was you giving me those smiles, it was looking at your eyes, that gave me the courage to keep on living.
Don’t cry after me, I’ll be always near. Sometimes life gives us a reason to cry and sometimes a reason to smile. Life gave me reason to cry for long years, but you my precious daughter are the reason to make me smile. Even at this moment while I am close to death…
“Yes, I’m his father”. With head bowed down and his words come with a breeze of shivering, showing that he already expected to hear what that man is coming to say. The Officer went ahead with his talking, saying “we found his body beside your wife’s grave after we received a phone call, we are sorry to bring you such sad news sir”. He stood in a killing silence for minutes, wishing it’s a nightmare, he can’t stand on his legs any more, his knees felt so weak. The room seems so dark though it’s only just past noon and the sun’s shining. Spring was carrying a promise of days filled with happiness and so many plans to share with his 19 years old son Dani, but the news he just heard will carry nothing but cloudy days with endless sadness…
Heading to the hospital is the longest ride he ever drove. He felt like the road is getting longer, though the distance between his place and the hospital is only 15 minutes. He recalled the times he brought his son to this same hospital two years ago with his wife, who passed away after suffering from cancer. They had only had the one son, Dani, and he was the world to both of them. But now he feels so apart from the world, he’s driving not sure if he’s taking the right road, can’t figure out if the track will lead him to the hospital to see his son for the last time, or to his wife’s grave to tell her how much he needs and misses her presence in that moment….
After he reaches the hospital, his weak steps want to pull him back, he wants any excuse to get back into the car. He is scared about the coming moment, the moment that will reveal to him the cause of the death. Although he’s sure what was behind it, still he never expect that things would end up in this painful way….
“Sorry for your loss” the doctor says as he entered the room, but the father interrupts him, asking “what’s the cause of death?” “Overdose” the doctor replied… “we found a trace from drug needles in his hands, your son was a drug addicts and it seems he reached to the highest level”. The father collapsed crying, feeling he was accusing himself of killing his son, saying “I never wanted to read the signs.” But now the signs of Dani’s death would be in front of his eyes for the rest of his life, every time he visits his sons grave. “RIP Dani..”
Dani lost his mother when he was aged 17 years, at the age where he needs caring and loving people in hi life. After he suffered seeing his mother fighting with cancer for more than a year, he lost his mom, but in an indirect way he lost his dad too. For his dad was drowning in agony, his wife’s illness affecting his life, and he forgot that he had a son who needed him and feeling the same bitter pain from losing his mother. With days their life changed, Dani used to come back home from school and see his mom in the kitchen preparing his food, waking him up in the morning, taking him to school if he’s late to catch his bus… After she was diagnosed with cancer she never changed her caring treatment towards her son and husband, not until the disease progressed too far and she got really tired… When his mother passed away, for Dani there was no need to be home after school, especially when his father was not there anymore too. Even if his father was there in body, in his mind he was with his wife. For Dani it meant he lost both his mom and his dad….
Dani started to hang out more than he should have been allowed to, at age 18 he had his first beer, then he started to party with guys he met in the bars and in the streets, he got involved more and more with them. He felt much better when there was something distracting him from feeling lonely, and his pain he lived in after his mom’s passed away… He used to obey his parents to be at home before midnight, now spending the night out was a normal thing to him, he didn’t have to sneak back to his bed, he simply returned through the main door of the house. He knew his Dad was asleep, and his mom was no longer alive to keep up waiting and worry for him… Though there was no rules to follow, he missed fighting with his mom about coming late home. He missed her presence, he used to think that she’s going to be waiting for me tonight, but she never was…. With his father careless towards him, Dani was drowning, and after every visit to his mom’s grave he was falling… falling apart from the reality of who he used to be… Until one of his friends recommended marijuana and he felt happy at experiencing something new in his life. But from marijuana things progressed to new kinds of drugs. When he started on heroin though, he faced difficulties to provide money, so he was stealing and making deals with the drug suppliers, to set up with new teenagers and buy them drugs…
His dad noticed that something was changing with his son, but he never gave enough attention, he just thought it was all about partying and getting drunk. He noticed that his son’s temper was getting bad, but he thought it was from missing his mom that was making this change in his personality… He had never used to fight with his son, but now every day brought a new reason to fight. They used to hold each others hands when mom was alive, and pray before they have their lunch or dinner, now his dad never touch his son’s hand simply because they don’t sit at the same table anymore… The street life were taking Dani away from his home, the drugs were making him forget about who he used to be, and all the plans he had for his future faded away. The happy life he used to live had become a nightmare, his mom was gone and his dad was still alive, but it was as if he had passed away too…
The last talk Dani had with his father was actually a fight, a big fight. He left home and never come back again for days. His dad saw by accident the marks on Dani’s hands, the needle track’s. He was worried that his son was using drugs. He wanted to contact a treatment center to send his son to, to help his son to clean his body from this poison… He went to his son’s room, he tried to find something that would tell him that maybe he was wrong, but all the things that belonged to his son were missing… For three days he though and hoped his son was just spending time at a friend’s place and he would come get back home as usual. He was wrong, when he opened the door to an Officer instead of opening it to welcome his son, he knew that Dani would never step into this home again, that he was alone in this place….
Drug abuse – there are so many reason that lead guys, especially teenagers, to fall into this trap. Family problems, violence, divorce that affect the children, lacking for caring and love, etc.. Boys/girls can try to find something to help them forget their problems, the fake happiness that can be waiting for them in any place they go; school, street, party, trip etc. The noose is ready to surround their life and kill them in any moment they lose faith and hope to save themselves… Some people start their addiction through painkillers, and they get involve without even thinking it might lead them to be drug addictions. Once they accept the first cigarette that contain drugs they are putting the rope around their neck. The more they get involve the more that killing loop tightens on their life, the higher they get the closer they are getting to death, until the moment comes when the loop get so tight they can’t breath, or even scream for help….
Dani’s father never read the signs, though they were so clear to read… But now there is a big sign he will be forced to read every time he visit their graves, and he can do nothing about it..
“RIP Dani, you’ll be missed”…
Some people think that life is long enough to live through. They enjoy their times without paying the price for their mistakes. They hurt who they meet in their ways and keep walking without even looking backward, to make sure those who they left behind got up or are still down where they pushed them. Feelings are the last things they consider, that’s why they keep on hurting the other’s feelings. It became a normal thing in their life. They think they shouldn’t apologize even if they are wrong, and what’s worse are those who say that they never make a mistake in their whole life. Ego plays a big role in their lives, but life is too short; it will never let them take the easy way out.
Life is too short to think it’s too long. It gives no time for us to even have one minute to say sorry to someone we caused pain. It might end suddenly in the moment we decide to tell someone how much we love him/her. It gives us so many chances to be good with people that we meet. Sometimes it pushes people our way for a reason, like to help them, or to make them help us. With every minute we spend in this life, we are learning new lessons. With all the lessons we miss, it means we didn’t take the opportunities that life provided for us. We will miss having the experience and at the same time we’ll be drowning in ego by saying we know everything. That will lead us to the concept that life is long enough to live happily without learning or even correcting our mistakes which will lead us to the most dangerous part, which is ignorance.
It’s not easy, to see the person we love the most walking away, without stopping him/her to say: “I’m sorry”. They might have an accident and never come back again. We will live in pain and regret our whole life for not letting go of our ego to say we’re sorry. These words could let them feel happy, at least they would enjoy the last moments of forgiveness they give to those who they love before they leave this life forever.
We face tragedies on our path in life that open our eyes for facts we never knew before. The pain that we live through in any accident we have, makes us forgive and ask for forgiveness. All of a sudden, we are another person. No room for hate in our hearts; thinking of those we hurt the most and searching for them just to say sorry is the only thing we think about. The suffering opens our eyes on the fact that we were on the wrong path, especially when those who we caused pain towards forgive us by being worried about us and step on their wounds that we caused for them just to ask if we are doing fine. We recognize that life is too short to be distracted by useless things. Some people concentrate on a person’s looks, but they never try to see what’s in their hearts; they never give them a chance to know how they think. They prefer people who have empty heads with good looks rather than wise people with fair looks. These kinds of people who live in shallowness, they think life is long enough to live because the emptiness that fills their lives makes them never think at all of what is coming on their way.
Chances come and go; it’s important to know how short life is and let those chances to fix our mistakes. Sometimes people are late to come back home, but they come in the end. This is a chance they had without even knowing it that if they hurt someone to make it up to them next day. And sometimes people are late for their appointment or their homes, someone there is waiting for them, and the clock keeps on ticking but they never showing up and they miss being in any place in the world cause life was too short and took them soon. So, they miss making it up to someone who they hurt, or someone missed the chance to make it up to them.
Life is not a party where we spend our time drinking and getting drunk, and then we sleep and wake up next day forgetting every mistake we made while we were drunk. If we take life for granted, there must be a price we must pay someday. We should always think that life is too short. We should always be ready to forgive and ask for forgiveness.
He entered the ER screaming “Where is the patient?” She was lying there on the bed not making a move. Her parents were surrounding her, crying and praying to God to save their daughter. And the Doctor, who looked like he was around 45 years old, just entered the room, and was a stranger to her, but also an angel who was sent by God to save other’s lives. The moment she saw him, she was moved by the way he cares, as if she’s his daughter. The car accident she had gone through threatened her life, and her liver was about to be affected. That doctor handled her situation and wanted to do his best to save her life. She was scared to face death, her eyes were moving from side to side, most of the times begging him to rescue her. She pictured her life moving fast, the happiest moments, and the saddest ones too. Her friend’s faces were all in front of her, their voices, the laughter they shared; it was all there, making her eyes wet. The only voice she could hear clearly was her doctor’s voice, and the only person who was moving like crazy in the room was him. As if life stopped in that room, but no one knew if he will leave her as dead body after failing to heal her wounds, or if she will leave alive and move on in her life.
“Book me a room immediately, even if you need to add another bed in small room” that was his reply after the nurse came to tell him that there is no place for his patient in the hospital. The girl was still lying there in pain, her tears shedding down on her cheeks, she thought the end is near, but with a tender touch he tapped on her shoulders trying reassure that he will find her a place in this hospital and she will be saved.
After a short time, she was in her room. She wished she can leave it, she couldn’t stand the voices that were coming from the other patient’s room; she felt that life is so easy to come into, but so painful when it’s time to leave with suffering. The days were passing by with progress with her situation; she started to feel better, the only thing she was worried about now, is the result of her blood test that she had to do, to make sure her liver is working normally. Her face was aching her; the wounds that were caused by the car accident were healing but leaving little scars like scratches. The only person who was always giving her the power was that doctor who promised to save her life.
After being hospitalized for 8 days, they took her every morning for her usual blood test, but that day wasn’t like the normal days where her doctor used to check her and tell her everything is moving slowly but in a good way, instead, he entered the room with his crew, the same craziness she saw in him the first day she entered the ER, was back to his personality. His eyes were wet that day, he was making calls and asking for medicine that they should bring in from a specialized hospital for liver, he was mad and sad at the same time. It was the first time he didn’t give her hope, as if he didn’t want to promise her something that he knew he couldn’t keep; she felt he was about to give up. She asked one of the nurses: “What’s going on?” the nurse replied back: “It’s your liver that’s in real danger. The test showed that today, and he’s trying to handle the situation.” Again she felt this is the end, she knew the weakness she felt the day before but never expected it might be her liver again. “Doctor, what’s going on?” she asked after he hung up the phone, he replied: “Don’t worry it’s nothing dangerous, it’s just a medicine we should get that we don’t have here, you will be fine girl, I promise you.” With his shining smile, came near her bed and whispered in her ear: “You will live, don’t be scared.”
After hours, although she started taking her medicine, she kept feeling weak for yet another day, but after that, her liver was back to normal. The blood tests were improving, she was healing slowly, and the person who she called her hero, was always there to check on her. He never forgot to reassure her that she will go back to being in good health soon. A feeling grows inside of her towards that doctor, why did he care that much? She wondered. Even the nurses were telling her that he’s a very caring doctor, but it was the first time they saw him treating a patient in that way. His fear towards her made her wait for him daily to knock on her room’s door to hear the good morning words from him, with that smile that used to make her feel better because it was a sign that she’s improving.
The day of her departure came, she was so happy to leave after spending nearly one month in the hospital. Her doctor was there to say goodbye. He was standing in the hallway, and he walked towards her saying: “I don’t want to see your face here again, just get out of here” she smiled, the same hand that used to tap on her shoulders, tapped again. He bent a little and kissed her on both cheeks, with wet eyes he said: “You made me scared to death, I promised you, you will live, and I gave my word. You will get married and have kids, and move forward in your life”. She felt her heart aching and softly she replied: “I promise you I will, but you have to give me a last promise, that you will be there in my wedding after I find the right guy” He caught her hand and squeezed it saying: “I promise you I will be there”.
Years go by; she lost contact with her doctor. But she was always thinking of him, how God sent her that angel who truly left a deep impact in her heart. She used to think that the day she will get married is the day she will see him again; she was waiting for that day. She met the right guy and after a year, she was going to have her wedding. She went to that hospital asking for him, but one of the nurses she used to see back then, saw her and was happy too to see her after all these years in good health. After she asked her what’s behind her visit, the nurse’s face changed and the sadness came over her face. She said: “He died 3 months ago with cancer”. “NO!!” she screamed, and started crying. The nurse tried to calm her down, but she kept screaming saying “He promised me that he will be there on my wedding day”.
Nothing to say or to do, while she was leaving the hospital she passed by the room she stayed in the whole time she was hospitalized. She saw another doctor checking on a patient, he was different from her doctor, no worry to show to his patient, no smile appears on his face to assure that the patient will be fine. She recalled the moment she entered the ER, and the fear she saw in his eyes, the way he was screaming at his crew to move faster. She recalled that when he entered her room when her liver situation was going backward, his voice was playing in her ears when he used to assure her that she will live longer and she will be out of this place soon. Her eyes never stopped shedding tears; she wished if he’s standing there instead of this doctor, to tap on his shoulder and tell him that she came to invite him to her wedding. A soft voice awoke her from her illusion; it was the same nurse who told her the bad news. She asked her if she needs any help, she replied back that she will be fine, and added: “I have one question, since when did he have that disease?” the nurse replied: “One week before the first day that you came the hospital, 5 years ago. Without any word, she left the hospital, thinking of the person who saved her life, while his life was in danger, thinking why he promised her that he will be there, though he knew that there was little chance that he might come. The doctor who saved her life, no one could save him. He gave her the promises to rescue her, but no one could rescue him. He kept smiling every time he used to enter her room, but silently he was crying for sure. He used to tap on her shoulder to assure her that everything is going to be fine; at the same time he was in need of someone to tap on his shoulder to tell him everything will be fine. How many lives has he saved while his life needed to be saved? She wondered, and why he gave her all this care and attention that she has never seen any doctor give it to his patient?
At her wedding day, she was standing there with her groom, everybody was happy; people were dancing, and laughing. But she kept her eyes on the entrance, watching the guests coming in. She kept staring there, as if she’s expecting him to come; she recalled his voice again saying: “You made me scared to death, I promised you, you will live, and I gave you my word. You will get married and have kids, and move forward in your life” Her eyes drowned in tears, she remembered herself asking him to give her the last promise and be there at her wedding day, his voice again played in her ears saying: “I will be there”. She wished that she kept in contact with him, after she left the hospital; she wished that she knew he had that disease back then. She wanted so badly to meet her hero again; she was expecting him to tap on her shoulder at that moment and say “Sorry I’m late”, but he never did. She wished that he could have kept his word and came, but this time she promised him and gave him her word and she lived until she got married, but he left early. Maybe he forgot his last promise that he gave to her, maybe his pain was too strong to stand it, and couldn’t think of anything. She cried on her wedding day, for not being there with the person who saved her life.
She felt her heart aching not seeing him and not knowing about his disease to be there even to tap on his shoulder to assure him that everything is going to be fine. She never wanted him to promise her to save her life; she never wanted him to tap on her shoulder and tell her everything is going to be fine. She never wanted to see the fear in his eyes when he saw her lying between life and death. She never wanted to see him going crazy when her liver situation was in danger and they were about to lose her. All that she wanted is to know about his disease before he died, and let him be there in her wedding day. But that was the last and only promise that was never fulfilled.
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