She appeared out of the blue…
I was in that hospital where my my grandma had been brought
in by means of an ambulance. She was in the grip of a severe stomach pain and
had breathing issues. After a couple of hours, the doctors said she was stable,
so I could go home and rest. It was not easy for me since I had been closely
attached with her since my childhood.
Though reluctant, I moved back home. During the while I was
busy driving back, my mind stayed constantly obsessed with my grandma’s
condition. Though the doctors had given a positive or green signal, yet my
anxiety had some serious reason behind.
Just two days back, I had had a vision that signaled me my
dearest granny’s days were numbered. With all this in mind, it was impossible
for me to go to bed and enjoy a sound sleep that night. Upon reaching our main
gate, an idea flashed in my mind: “I’ll stay in the waiting lounge near the
main reception area, unnoticed by doctors and other medical staff there, and
after an hour or so will go upstairs to get the updates, making an impression
as if I have just arrived." Hence, without caring for any after-thoughts, I turned
around and sped away my place once again.
After an hour, as I went up I found my grandmother had many visitors
around. I noticed she was not feeling well at all. I requested the visitors and
mom and dad to leave that room so that I could spend a few moments alone with
her. Soon, her condition worsened and I began sobbing and saying goodbye to
her, thanking her for being such a great granny. I knew she would soon be no
more.
In the next few minutes, she was again surrounded by doctors
and nurses who decided to take her to the intensive care unit.
With a heavy heart, I left the room. I was constantly in the
grip of a never-ending gloom. I moved to the hallway of the hospital and sat
down and cried. My brother approached me and inquired if there was something wrong
with grandma, and I was speechless. Then a nurse walked by. Upon noticing my
condition, she politely recommended my going to the chapel on the 7th floor. Most
submissively, I went upstairs. Upon entering the chapel, as if uncontrollably, I
knelt my knees on a pew over there. As I
was sobbing, I heard a giggle in my ear.
Bewildered, I looked up and around. It was none but my grandma. It was
unbelievable. Though out of the blue but she was there.
By:
Malik Zain
O' Level Final Year
PakTurk Schools,
Islamabad Branch
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