That Was Really Difficult

That Was Really Difficult

Losing a loved one is one of the most difficult things a person can experience.

It is a painful experience that can have a long-lasting impact on the lives of those left behind.

The loss of a parent is especially difficult for children. Losing a sibling, on top of that, can be devastating.

When a young girl loses her mother and brother in a car accident, she had to face a reality that is completely different from what she is known.

The child suddenly had to navigate a world without the people who had been her support system,

and it was undoubtedly a challenging time.

It is a kind of traumatic situation when you want to tell everyone what happened to you but at the same time it hard to tell or remind the story of losing your mother and brother in a car accident.

The trauma and pain are horrible and the fact is all I had was just them.

I understand everyone grieves in their own way as they behave and on their own timeline but the day it happened to me, I still have the ach in my heart and the harsh memory in mind.

It was September 24, last year my mother intended to see my grannies residing in Mansar the outskirt of Attock city. I was excited to see them too. We dressed and got ready to leave after having our breakfast. We left at 10 and decided to shop at Kamra and would head on to Mansar. It was on grand trunk road near Kamra, we were gossiping and chilling out as me and my brother had to see our grannies waiting for us disparately. I was sitting in the rare and my brother was sitting next to my mother in the front. Suddenly I heard a horrible sound or hit.

This is what I remember the time I came to my senses I found myself in bed and bandage on my leg in hospital. I saw people around me including my grannies and my Aani avoiding eye contact, the eyes full of tears. I am very young to explain or describe the situation but when I saw three out of five around me, this was the moment I first realize something horrible has happened and that the loss of my gorgeous mother and my sweet brother.

Accidents happens when we least expect them, you call it a negligence, misfortune or else. The immediate aftermath of a tragic event like this is overwhelming. A few months ago, I visited to Northern areas with my mother and brother. I wanted to travel around the world with my mother and brother but Allah did not give us respite. I am having feelings of shock, numbness, and disbelief for some while. I feel like everything around me was a blur, and it may be difficult to process what had happened. But I feel blessed when I think of those looking after me, my grannies and my Aani providing me support and comfort during these hard times, as I begin to come to terms with the loss of my mother and brother.

Now it has become the order of my day, I grieve and I tell myself it never happened it is only horrible thought process the moment I realize that I have indeed lost my mother and my brother and becomes unbearable but I cannot do anything about it. My mother was the one who use to hold me in bad situation and I felt the warmth in her cradle. And my brother was my shield who use to hold my hand while crossing the road I felt crowned with him. I miss my brother a lot, I always played with him. He was my best friend. He will always be in my heart.

In the weeks and months that follow, I experience a range of emotions, including sadness, anger, and confusion. I am gradually coming to know that these feelings are normal, and that there is no right or wrong way to grieve. When you lose your loved ones you obviously missed them so much. I am confident that I still have family that I can turn to for support, and they are my grannies at first, grandmother grandfather my Aani and my friends.

Parents are God sacred gift and we know it better when we don’t have them. Recovery is a gradual and ongoing process that may involve seeking support from family, friends, or mental health professionals, and engaging in self-care activities such as exercise, meditation, or hobbies. The good thing is I am able to practice self-care. This can include engaging in activities that I enjoy, such as reading, writing, or playing sports. It can also include taking care of physical health, such as eating well and getting enough rest. Taking care of myself in this way is helping me to feel more grounded and help me cope with the difficult emotions that come with grieving.

It’s important to remember that recovery from grief is unique to each individual, and there is no “right” way to go through it. Over time, I am realizing that I getting able to start thinking about the future again. It may also be helpful for me to remember my lost family in positive ways, and I started as by creating a scrapbook of memories or writing letters and dairies.

In conclusion, losing my loved ones is the most difficult experiences I am facing. When a young girl like me loses her mother and brother in a car accident, it can be especially challenging. However, with time, support of family, MY Grandfather my Grandmother, Ani, teachers, friends and self-care, it is possible to heal and move forward. While the pain of loss may never fully go away, it is possible to find ways to honor and remember those who have passed away.

Ultimately, I take my time and patience to heal, the journey will be difficult but I don’t lose trust in my Allah, someday things will be normal and I may be able to do my schooling and classes normally and will be a child or a girl what my mother wanted me to be.

“Rest in Peace, My Mother and my Brother”

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