After two years of that shock, I faced a similar shock again when I came to know that my two year old niece too was going through the same pain. Unfortunately, it was more painful than I thought. Cancer this time was stronger since the one fighting it was so young.
My niece’s fight started seven months ago, when she suddenly lost her ability to walk. We first thought that her inability to walk was because of the high fever she had, which was similar to what doctors had said.
However, her condition got worse. Then after visiting several hospitals without any relief, her parents got her to the hospital of the university in which I study. During the five days she had spent in that hospital, I kept visiting her all the time until she went to Thailand for a detailed investigation.
I still remember that moment when I said to goodbye to her and then my sister and I walked into that empty path returning back to our classes with tears running down our face. My sister asked me why I was crying, and I couldn't answer. I couldn’t say that I am afraid of...(my sister who was sitting next to me on the bus while writing the essay to stop writing because I was crying unconsciously in front of others).
My niece had stayed in Thailand for six months and was treated with chemotherapy-chemical substances- since the cancer was close to her spine because of which she had lost her ability to walk.
During those six months, she had returned home once and stayed with here for two weeks. During those two weeks, I saw her looking at other children who kept playing. Her only hope was to walk again and be with them. I immediately went to her and helped her take a few steps, and she was so happy and looked at me with a big smile. Then she went back to Thailand to complete her treatment.
On April 21, 2017, she returned back to Oman and I visited her. She was extremely happy that she had started walking again, but her happiness was missing because of something else, something she loved.
She abruptly took off her hat with anger, and with a sad face she touched her head innocently, then with her thin finger she pointed at her sister’s hair bitterly. Her little eyes were sadly looking at me and disappointedly hoping (stronger than her unintelligible sounds) to regain her dark hair.
I was wondering how to tell her that she is a strong fighter and she is going to win. Yes, it is true that most of the fighters whom I used to know had lost and faced their destiny after a painful fight. However, I am so optimistic that she is not going to be in that long list of victims – such as my schoolmate Wad and Fatma, and our neighbour Ali.
Even though every sad moment I went through, I am so grateful for those who helped my niece to get the chance to be treated in that hospital in Thailand.
I am really sorry for those fighters who could not get such a chance. Their pain is primarily caused by our strange world that could not see their miserable lives. A world that could not put an end to their sufferings. We the blind audience have seen how the world is spending billions on producing weapons to kill more people. We have seen how the world is spending billions on reaching the space. We have seen how the world is spending billions on silly things like football and fashion. We have seen a world that is always talking about human rights and humanity pointlessly. But, we have not seen a world spending billions on fighting hunger or diseases. It is just a world full of greed and hatred in which we keet defending our stupid actions and blindly looking at others suffer.
Therefore, we are sorry for those who are dying while we are celebrating, for those who are suffering while we are travelling, for those who are crying while we are laughing, for those who had left us with a sad smile hoping to bring back their happy smile.
Sending their painful messages through writing is the only thing I could do, and I hope that someone else can spread it everywhere in this massive world. I hope that one day the world will wake up and help them. A day in which we can be proud of people who would not spend their lives destroying others’ lives, but instead making others’ lives happier.
Raya al Khamisi