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23 years…a girl…appendicitis…dies!
Life, a strange word…one moment its there, the next it’s gone.
What a life… lived from the innocence of childhood, unaware of the surroundings, nonchalant about what is happening around…to the toddler years, the exploration age, the time to realize what means what and how it feels like to touch.
Growing up to the years where you meet life, the time to interact and start your learning. A time to understand new expressions, to learn all the unnecessary words, and to make friends. For some an unconditional time for others not so interesting while for others a nightmare.
Time flies by…the innocence matures into adulthood, life has a meaning, and the world forms a definition.
So many years fly by, so many memories and numerous dreams formed, and how does it end???
Zil-e-Huma, 23, a student of Mass Communication, KU complained of a pain in the stomach and was taken to the hospital. An urgent transfer to the Jinnah Post Graduate Medical Centre was advised for appendicitis treatment. She was rushed in a cab to the destination which apparently promised a miracle to her distressed parents and they did reach only a little delayed because of the traffic jam.
‘Surgery could have saved her life if only she could have been brought a little earlier’. Zil-e-Huma reached the hospital only to breathe her last.
‘Just a little earlier’… a few seconds and all those years, all those precious stages of growing up, all those dreams of a young soul… lost and what was left behind, memories just memories and nothing else.
What about those parents who brought her into this world, nourished her and loved her? Big dreams, a lot of happiness and unconditional love, this is all they thought for a daughter whom they lost because a VIP had to go to an exhibition.
Materialistic world, a term we hear very often, an example of which you just read… a life lost for the convenience of a VIP , a human very much capable of having a heart, but had to fulfill a professional commitment.
Neither is this the first time nor it the only VIP, so my words will be read and discarded, but I will write for I am afraid my heart is still beating and I know how my parents would feel to lose me…
A wishful thinking that any action would be taken and some changes would be brought…just a wishful thinking by human heart.

MH