Three blogwords, all rolled into one.

The one thought which will forever haunt me is the description given by my dad of his cardiac arrest..

It starts with a pain in the chest, which doesn’t go away.. then your left arm starts to hurt, the pain rising in intensity till the body just cuts it off, after that, it goes numb, your breathing comes in short gasps, and your whole chest feels like its going to explode, there’s so much pressure there. Then it starts to cave in,  the rib cage forcing itself in so much, your fingers dissapear into the cleavage that has formed there.

Its all comes down to a matter of minutes.. proper care can mean the difference between life and death in that instant. my dad was lucky that my brother happened upon him collasped on the ja-namaz that night. Five more minutes and i cant even imagine what would’ve happened. God works in mysterious ways no doubt, and He is the only one who can give or take life. That’s one thing i’ve come to realize over past two weeks. May He have his mercy on all of us.

As for me, after my grandfather and father, im next in line…

and the only thing i can do is to pray to God to have mercy and make it easy on my family. Amen.