A visit at the hospital

I roamed around the hospital looking for my student's bed. The news I got is Ehsan (not his real name) is paralyzed. So I asked the guard the ward for the orthopedics patients. Looking at the name chart, I found his bed's number. As I walked to his bed I can see he was smiling at me. Happy to have visitor. Being bed ridden, a visitor is a blessing to cheer up the boring day.

It all started from a joke he said. He was playing around with his friend in the school's toilet and his friend kicked him at the back of his waist. Back home he started to feel the pain until he can't lie down due to the pain. An inspection at a hospital found there's nothing wrong with him. So he stayed at home and skipped school. One morning he found himself paralyzed. His mother took him to another hospital where a MRI shown that there's a small rupture in his backbone and his spine was full of pus. He was immediately taken to the operating theater.

His mother lovingly put some food into his mouth. She often mentioned Allah's name. What a pious and strong woman she is. Ehsan weight over 80 kgs and just to reposition him in bed is an arduous job. I literally found that out myself. He said he could only move his two hands but he is paralyzed from waist downward. But I saw some movement in his legs so I started my regime of drilling. I asked him to 'move' the muscles of his legs and fingers using his mind. I kept on pushing him until I saw the pillow underneath his legs moved. Then I supervise his exercise using his hands' fingers. He could move them better now. His mother was pretty excited. That was the first time she saw him controlling and moving his legs and hands like that. A major leap. Seeing Ehsan was already tired I told her to keep up the regime of exercise.

I said to Ehsan that maybe Allah destined this to happen to make him ponder and reevaluate his life, his love to his parents, and everything else. As I remember, Ehsan was one of my most problematic students two years ago. He never have any exercise book and was always rooming around the school instead of staying in class. After giving some token to his mother to lessen the burden I left.

Seeing Ehsan I am reminded of all the blessing that Allah has bestow upon me and how I always forget to say thanks to Allah. Thank you Allah for all the blessing, for all the knowledge, for all the experiences that have make me a lot wiser. Thank you for everything, every moment and every second. Alhamdulillah.

May Allah bless us all.