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This Girl Shares a Heart-wrenching Story of how her Father Passed Away…

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Life is short and we try our best to make the most of it. And many a time, some of us even take it for granted. We take our loved ones for granted and in fact, every little thing that comes our way. We fail to realize how important or precious that particular person or thing is. We fail to realize how beautiful life actually is. And we talk about parents, there is nothing on this planet that means the world to us…

A story surfaced the internet where a girl, daughter of a man who received Sitara e Jurat when he was in the airforce, shared in detail of how her father passed away back in 2010, As she was the only child of her parents, the story was a little too touchy…

And so she began…

My Dad passed away on 26th September 2010, when I was 13. It has almost been 8 years. He had liver cirrhosis. My dad was in the airforce till almost 10 years. He was in the 1971 war and he received the Sitara-e-Jurat. He then joined PIA and was a jumbo jet pilot. My dad literally gave me everything and treated me like a princess. He had this habit of helping others, specially the needy. He was the kind of person who would give everything, whether it’s a last bite of food in his mouth, just to help others. He was a very tall, strong and healthy man.

 In 2009, he started to get sick. We got his tests done from different hospitals, Ziauddin, Agha Khan, South city and others, but all the reports said the same thing, liver cirrhosis. Doctors had given him a year infront of me and my mom. He started to have bad falls in the bathroom as he was getting weak. Then came a time when he couldn’t even lift the glass to his mouth to have water. He couldn’t change his position in bed towards the side. So me and my mom would pick him up and settle him on the bed. I fed him and we started to put a mattress next to the bed and we slept on the floor so my dad would be in the center of the bed and not fall. The chukidaars from the neighborhood would come to pick him up and take him to the washroom.

The Agha Khan University

One day my dad kept sleeping so my mom was really worried and she called the ambulance. He was taken to South city and he was given the oxygen tube. My nani used to live with us so in the morning I used to go to school, come back home and change and then went to the hospital. My mom was staying day and night with my dad and I was with my nani. One day when I came back from home, I found out that my dad got sick so I went to the hospital and found out that all night he was talking to my mom about his childhood and all. In the morning, he said that he wanted to sleep so mama said okay. After a while he started to find it difficult to breathe(Oxygen was still on) He was then rushed to the CCU. My mom had called all our relatives(Daddy’s side) The next day he got better and everyone was really happy to see his improvement.

 All the relatives were meeting him and all. The doctors were saying that with his improvement they might shift him back to his room. It was Maghrib time when my mom told me to go back home(Since my nani was at the hospital with us and was getting tired) I agreed but I wanted to go inside to say Khudahafiz to daddy but mama said that he must be exhausted and that I could meet him the next day. I came back home and after some time my mom came with my cousins. It was 11 at night when we sat down to have our dinner. The minute I was gonna take my first bite the phone rang. I went and picked it up, it was from the hospital that daddy got more sick and we should hurry and get there. We rushed to the hospital and by the time we reached there, he was put on the ventilator. His heartbeat had stopped and he stopped breathing. I got hysterical after I saw him like that because till today I had never seen anyone like that. This was Friday night, Saturday morning. I was crying and regretting the fact that I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to him while I was dying to meet him and say bye before going.

The whole day we were there deciding what to do. The doctors came and told my mom that his livers had failed, his kidneys also failed and his brain is damaged. His body started to swell up alot and it was painful to see him like that. My mom consulted everyone and then told me that we’d have to let my dad go. This was on the phone as I was in the hospital and my mom was at home because we sent her to get some rest. When she said this I got confused and asked what she meant. She then said that we’ll bury him afterwards. Mama told me that this was the best decision cause he was in pain and if he got off the vent he would be a complete vegetable. Sunday morning we told them to stop the machines but the thing was that before closing the machine he was given heart boosting meds which kept his heart beating even after the machines were stopped.

Holding hands at sunset

We waited the whole day for him to take his last breath. Everyone was there reading Ayats, Surahs and different Dua’s. Around 8.30PM my cousin called everyone in because she was there before and was reading a Dua when she heard that snore type of sound(The sound a person makes before his last breaths) We all were there watching his pulse rate drop and come to zero. He had passed away. He was given a grand guard of order. Soon after this people started coming and asking for money when me and mama had financial issues. They reached the hospital when I was admitted some days after my dad’s death.

 My dad’s side ki family broke all their relationships with us. They started to go after all my dad’s property and family house and basically all the antiques he had (He loved antiques) The world is a very selfish place. It’s me and my mom only and I don’t have any siblings or anything like that. Whatever I am right now is because of my mom. I am strong because of her and am lucky to have her with me.

I am very proud of my dad, the way he was, the way he helped others, his contribution in the airforce, being a pilot and everything. Whatever I am right now is because of my mom. I am strong because of her and am lucky to have her with me. I miss you, daddy <3

Losing a parent affects us many ways. You lose your support system on which you depended when you were small. But losing a loved teaches us a lot. It teaches us not to be ungrateful, it teaches us how to enjoy all the little things in life and, it teaches us how precious family bonds actually are.

Cherish every moment together, spend time with your family and don’t hold back any grudges. Enjoy your life to its fullest and never forget to express your love for your loved one. For those who’ve departed this world, may God give all those souls the highest place in Jannah, Ameen.

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