Plea for prayer

My youngest aunt on my mother's side is ill...very ill in fact. She's been so for the last two and a half years...pretty much everything that could be done has been done but to no avail. Not one single doctor could definitely ascertain as to what her illness is though most of them have taken a calculated guess and proclaimed it to be the dreaded C word. Medication has hardly helped and her condition has continued to deteriorate over time. There was a phase of about 4/5 months when it seemed to work and hopes of a recovery had enlighted but only to come crashing down again. Since the last 6 months not only every semblance of improvement disappeared but there has been rapid deterioration so much so that 3 days back we got a call in which the words "last stage" were mentioned. My mom and sister have gone off there to be with her. The news, though, trickling in is still bad...it's getting worse.


I have memories of her living with us for some time during a vacation...she was very much like an elder sister and we used to have lot of fun. Silly jokes and teasing each other was the norm in the relationship. 6 months back when I met her, it was no different. The same banter and leg pulling were still what made our conversations though sometimes a nonchalant sadness would grip her only to be quickly replaced with a smile. She fought all the while, every single moment she used to fight with herself and the despair creeping in. Mother to a 6 year and a barely 2 and a half year old children, she still tried to make sure that they got a normal childhood.

The younger one has been brought up by another aunt and in fact does not know who his biological mother and father is. The elder one does know and God forbid, if something happens I can only hope it doesn't affect him very badly. Am a 23 year old and still so dependant on my mother for so many things, I can only imagine the plight of a 6 year old.

My mom told me that the younger one had gone up to the elder one and said the following words "Tumhari mummy ko bukhar hai...theek ho jayengi jaldi dekhna".

It's when you hear such things and when you face such situations, you start to wonder about the unfairness of it all. The uncertainties of life come to the fore and there is hardly a single thing one can do. What posssible justification can there be for the plight of the two children, how can it ever be fair what's happening to my aunt. What is the reason that this despair and pain has been brought about on her and thereby on her husband and children.

The only solace I find is from a verse in the glorious Quran which states that "Pain is a test unto you"...what it basically means is that pain and despair and sorrows are actually a test for us...do we stand steadfastly by the faith in such times or does our faith dwindle. Do we still believe in the goodness and justice of Allah or does the distressing situation overpower us into digressing from the faith that we hold.

So yes, I do still firmly hold to the faith and while there is a lot of grief and despair the belief has not dwindled. At this moment all I can do is pray and wish and hope and keep the flame burning...and I ak all you friends out here who read this, do set aside a moment and wish a prayer. It may just get answered and things may turn out well. Aameen.