My younger daughter is very persistent. And always got hit for her naughty behave. Once she was very sick. She got diarrhea, typhoid, bloodless & fever and became senseless. She was admitted in child hospital at night 12 a.m. I had to stay in hospital with my daughter. Her situation was becoming very critical. I was very upset. At first as primary treatment doctor gave her saline, injection and blood. I could not tolerate her excess crying. When I was staying in the room there were six beds. Many little babies came there and took treatment on different diseases. At first night one baby had died who was at no-1 bed, He was one year’s old. On the next morning one more baby had died who was at no-3 bed. She was 8 month’s. It was 3rd days at night also one baby had died who was at no-2 bed. Now, it is the time share about the ten days of death.
I was passing my every moment into a very terrible situation. It seemed to me that the spy of death attacked in my room. I was confident to return my dear child. So I was always awaked that the death may not take my dearest child. I guarded it all day long, and I used to count her every drops of saline and I thought, oh Allah! When I will return my home? Continuously 4 babies had died between 6 babies. It seemed to me that thus I am as the target of death. So I left that unlucky room and shifted in a new room. Oh! There were no peaces, too. There were innocent lovely babies were breathing last breath in their parents lap. I couldn’t tolerate the tragedy scene; at my both sides two cancer disease patients had taken blood and waited for death time. I came back in my home after 10 days from that death house. I have come home with a great joy by fighting with the cruel death and crying.
I thought, I am a happy mother than all of world. At present, I remember of those pathetic days. When I think about the children’s sad lamenting relatives, I become most terrified and shocked.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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They say there is no greater loss than that of a child. Your words express such a vivid despair - I can't imagine how terrifying this must have been for you.
But I am relieved it turned out well for you and your baby.
What is your daughter's name? :)
I am very glad to know that you tried to understand of my heart feelings.thank you.my daughter's name is SHIFA. Her photo in my blog side.
I was very moved by your story... And also happy that you could get out with your child in hands. I don't have any children, but my parents always say that when you have children, you have all the fear in the world (that's from a Venezuelan poet I think)... Your words reminded me so. I hope your years to come will be full of beautiful experiences with your doughter, watching her learn, grow, cultuvate herself...
Thanks for visit my blog side. you really realized a motherly feelings.
Hello!
I was visiting your space and I'm seeing you haven't post in a while =o( I wan't to read more about women in Bangladesh and the way you describe them! =o)
HiJainub... I was reading this last post of yours and wondering what happened... why you stop to write when you are doing it so well and compelling... Please some day take it back... Remembering you all!
HiJainub... I was reading this last post of yours and wondering what happened... why you stopped to write when you are doing it so well and compelling... Please some day take it back... Remembering you all!
I agree wholehearttedly with Kira... I miss your posts (the ones I can read at least!) Tell us more about your Bangladesh! About your life as a bangladeshi woman... We're so eager to know!
Hi ! Why haven't you written anymore !?
I don’t know how Bangladeshi women do it, but they deserve more respect than they receive. Regardless of whether raising a child or having a job and feed a whole family, the life is hard but these women are strong.
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Thanks for sharing with us.
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