My beloved father passed away 😭

Today I am here to share my own story which belongs to me. It is all about my beloved father who has passed away from this mortal world.

My father was a fruit seller he used to sell fruits at the fruit stall or handcart to earn livelihood to feed us. But due to the heart attack he passed away from this world and met his Creator.

It all started from the minor pain in the chest. My father felt some minor pain many months ago and we did not get it. We thought that it was the stomach pain and the stomach problem. So we always got stomach pain medicines and my father automatically got recovered from om that minor pain. But this was the heart pain, it was the heart problem. These were the days of the holy month Ramadan which is very sacred to all the Muslims.

My father observed fast in the Ramadan always. Similarly he observed his first fast and the second day as well. But at night his health became upset and my big brother told him to take a break from fastening. But he did not listen and he observed fast and went to the fruit market or you can say fruit Mandi to bring the fresh fruits to sell to the people. He was buying different items of fruit and at last he went at the bananas buying point. He stood there for long time but he was not getting at the affordable price. He became worried at that moment. The severe pain started in his chest and he tried to sleep at the potatoes sacks. The pain was very severe and his fellows brought him to the Tehsil headquarter hospital in the emergency ward. They called at home. Actually it was the severe heart attack.

I got the bike and my brother and my uncles went hospital. My father was in the emergency ward. But there was not heart specialist. They referred us to the DHQ. They did ECG and gave us the report and we started our journey towards the next hospital. Now my father was feeling better. We arranged a car and we headed towards the hospital. We admitted him in the emergency ward there as well. The doctor checked and he said that now the patient is better and he did not need of emergency ward.

They guided us to get the admission form and they asked for some sort of tests. These were the initial test to know if it was the heart attack or not. I was praying that it should not be heart attack. There was another patient of my area as well. He was also admitted there in the cardiac ward. He asked if it would be the heart problem then they will admit you here and there is a bed available in our room I will assist you to take that bed.

So after the tests it was confirmed that it was the heart attack. We all became more worried. So after the completion of the files my father was admitted there. Now one of us had to stay there along with my father. I decided to stay with my father to take care of him. I asked my brothers to go to home and I will stay here. All of us had observed fast. It was the time for opening the fast. Outside the hospital some people came to serve the food for free. I got food from there and I opened my fast. Then the hospital staff provided food to the patients and to the fastening persons as well.

In this way my father was admit there for some days then the doctor discharged my father after the further medical reports like CBC, blood sugar test and eco. Then the doctor referred us to the next hospital for the angiography. They also discharged the other person who was known to us. Then that patient and my father both of them had to visit the next hospital for the angiography purposes. So we had a car and we reached the hospital. It became our turn for the angiography. It was a complex test. They changed the dresses and then they brought my father in the special angiography room. They did the test and a lot of blood was wasted during the test. Then my father was taking rest. And they bind the cly hardly and tightly so that the blood flow could stop. The heart was close from many places due to the clots and stents could not be applied there. It was the evening time and the time of fast opening. I opened the fast and then at night we got discharged from the hospital and then we started our journey back to home.

They suggested different medicines. My father was taking the medicines regularly and we were going to the heart specialist on regular basis after few days for the check up. The doctor changed the medicine. My father was getting well. And he became fine and he could walk slowly slowly.

Then my father got attacked again and we applied the injections which were suggested by the doctor at the time of emergency. We injected them. And my father became well. Actually the doctors told for the bypass but we were unable to afford that much amount for the bypass and on the other hand my father was also afraid of the bypass. He told us many times that do not send for the bypass to my mother I want to spend my time here in my house untill I die.

My father was fine. And in the morning was sleeping and I had to go to the university. My father called me I slept again. My father again came into my room and he was seeing me then I got up immediately and I started my preparation for the university. I was waiting for my brother to give me pocket money so that I could go university. My father asked me to get money from me but I denied and my brother came and u got the money from my brother and I went out for the university.

I reached my university. I took the first lecture and when I became free from the first lecture I saw calls of my uncle at my phone. I called them back without wasting a single moment. And at that time I received call from my uncle and he informed me son your father has left us please come home. It was the time when my beloved father left me alone in this world 😭. While my beloved father was leaving he desired to meet me and he said call Faisal and he said it as well that he did not have enough money to come back home soon. Send him some money so that he could come home. It was very tough and hard time for me. I cannot explain my emotions and feelings as I do not have words to explain them. I was walking and I was weeping. I was unconscious.

I hardly reached home by taking lifts from people. When I reached home everyone was weeping and sad I wept a lot. Even my eyes were swelled. I miss my father a lot. Even he was a fruit seller and a hawker but he supported me for my studies and allowed me to study. He became happy when he saw me studying and getting higher marks and winning the whole class and even I was the topper in the whole area. Now I feel helpless and I always pray for my father. And I go to the graveyard as well and I recited the holy Qur'an there and I pray for him. My father was very pious and honest man and he spent all of his life in the hard work and there was a lot of gathering at the funeral of my father. The road was full. He was a man of dignity and great will power.

I request you guys please recite darood shareef ( صلی اللہ علیہ وآلہ واصحابه وسلم) at least once for my beloved father Chiragh Din. THANK YOU.

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