02/09/2017
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LIFE CHANGING STORY OF A DOCTOR; STORY THAT WILL WRENCH YOUR HEART.
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LIFE CHANGING STORY OF A DOCTOR ; STORY THAT WILL WRENCH YOUR HEART.
Surgical knife, holders, gloves and forceps- all ready for autopsy. My colleague called to ask me the details regarding the procedure. 'The cadaver is here, reach on time so that we can start the post mortem as soon as possible' I gave instructions to the guy on the other side of the phone who was an internee at the emergency ward of my hospital. I swiftly drove my car, mentally rehearsing couple of important things that I was supposed to tell to the internee. Oh let me introduce myself, I'm doctor Kevin, senior consultant and professor at the department of urology from last 18 years. I'm at the sublime point of my career and my family life is going super fine. I have a beautiful wife and two absolutely adorable daughters. But let me tell you, it takes lot of energy and patience to spend one's life with three women! And not just average ladies, they are women with brains. Ha! They annoy me, they love me yet they never stop in bringing the best out of me.
As I walked in the forensic lab, an acidic smell wafted up in the air. Perhaps it was the smell of the decaying body. I along with two surgeons and internee started the autopsy process. It was a body of a relatively young girl who seems more like a teenager. Puny body, a black thread dangling around her wrist and neck and torn clothes. A serene face and unkempt hair. In my 18 years of professional life, I treated more than 1000 patients of chronic kidney diseases. Out of so many cases, this was the first cadaver that seems more like a sleeping beauty. Upon inquiring I came to know that her own mother poisoned her. Reasons? Unknown. I was baffled that how a mother can even do that? Mothers are protectors. They are custodian of their children. They sacrifice their own lives just to see their children happy. 'What a bitch. ' I murmured with lividity apparent on my face. After the procedure, I prepared the file, changed my clothes and drove back to home.
I was very restless that night. I don’t know what was bothering me and why? My mind was more like a war zone. Gazillion questions and thoughts were popping up. The next morning, I decided to meet the girl’s mother. Shackled and flat face. I greeted her with a scanty smile on my face just to make the culprit comfortable enough so that she can talk. ‘Are you Kenza’s mother?’ Yes, I’m the mother of an ill fated daughter, what’s the matter? She replied arrogantly with no remorse apparent on her face. ‘See, I believe there must be reason why you killed your daughter, as they say. But if you don’t mind may I know the reason? I asked. ‘Ah, no reason. Just like that’ She shrugged the shoulders casually. I wanted to slap her face for being shameless and selfish. ‘See, you will rot in jail forever if you won’t take me or the lawyer in confidence. Say something for God sake, God damn. ‘ I kicked the table as my hands were shivering with anger and frustration. ‘I belong from a local village near Multan. Why I killed my daughter? You will find all the answers there. Perplexed, I couldn’t decipher what did she mean? ‘Take me there, I will give you all the answers.
I submitted an application and was convoyed with sergeants to the village. On our way, we saw a big lake. Men, women and children were idyllic. Boys were swimming in the water to beat the heat of scorching sun and women were filling clay pots with water. Kenza’s mother asked us to stop there. As we sat there, a river of tears started flowing from her eyes. ‘My kenza was the apple of my eye, a daughter that every parent wish for. Things were fine until her health started deteriorating. Dark circles under her eyes, which looked more like a black hole, indicating that her condition is morbid. The doctor of our village broke the news to us that she is renal failure patient and requires proper treatment. Doctor sahab, this lake that you are watching, where children swim and animal p*e, is the only source from where we can fetch water for our daily use. This is what we all drink, this is what my Kenzo used to drink that caused renal failure. I couldn’t see my daughter screaming for help. I couldn’t afford to provide her the best treatment because I have 6 other kids to look after too. And so with a heavy heart, I poisoned my little baby. You know what, my heart is at peace now. No more sufferings. No more distress. The Greatest Almighty will take care of her and He will feed her with the best food and water. I trust Him.’ Her face was glimmering.
I came home with a sense of gratitude. I started counting all the luxuries that God bestow me but I couldn’t. Because they are infinite. From sleeping on cozy beds to drinking fresh,clean distilled water, our lives are comfortable and easy in many ways. Yet we are ungrateful souls, finding reasons to be unhappy.
Writer: Humera Qutb
Clicked by: Umer Hassan
The ILLusion Photography by Umer Hassan
