Ten days with death

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.