My_Worst_Day

ROLL NO: NAME: 101519039 SYED ABDULLAH THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE It was a cold day in November of 2006. The wind was strong and there was a lot of heavy rain. Well, it was a typical day for my family. My mother, my younger sister and I went to go visit my grandmother in Islam pura Lahore. We arrived there about 9:30am in the morning give or take a minute or too. We were initially planning to visit my grandfather in the hospital but beforehand, we decided to take up some time and help clean the house a little bit. For the past couple of weeks, My grandfather really hasn’t been doing well at all concerning his health. We would usually go visit him early at the hospital around 1 or 2 in the afternoon. However, on this day, we lost track of time and we ended up going later at 4:30 to the Ganga raam hospital. On the way to the hospital, I felt very weird feelings inside but I really thought nothing of it. Therefore, when we arrived at the hospital, me and my mother & sister went to room 316, the room he was staying in. As I walked into the room, I saw my grandfather’s face and it was not the same. He had his head tilted to the side with the saddest look on his face. I could see it in his eyes that things were not looking good for him. As we walked in the room he did not say a word to us, All he did was look around with this stare that is indescribable. He stared at me as if everything was over for him. I immediately went up to him and gave him a kiss and asked him how he was doing and if he was okay. When he tried to answer me, all he was doing was stuttering and when I saw that he couldn’t talk right I busted into tears because I never heard my grandfather stuttered in such a horrible manner. I also saw the reaction on my mother’s face. My mother went to go talk to the doctors to see what was the condition on him while me and my sister were holding my grandfather’s hand. As I was looking at him, tears were running down my cheek faster than I could explain to you. I couldn’t take it any more, I had to walk out the room. Matter of fact, I had to run out the room. All of a sudden, as I found myself standing outside, I heard heavy breathing coming from his room. I jerked my head around as fast as I could only to see the heavy breathing coming from my grandfather’s lungs. I kind of just froze there and that is where reality struck everyone in my family. We immediately yelled for one of the doctors. When the doctor spotted out our plead for help, He came rushing in to see if his knowledge could somehow save my grandfather. Before the doctor could even get to him, My grandfather took his last deep breath, gave a glance at my mother and soon after passed away. The second his passed away, my mother felt his hand slipping away from her grip. When his hand dropped from my mother’s grip, it felt like the biggest-blackest cloud just has came over us. It felt as if we were the saddest people on the face of this earth. We were all crying hysterically as the doctors tried to revive him but obviously destiny took its toll. At that very moment, I felt like my life was torn apart. We all had to be sent to another room in order to wait for the doctors to come in to confirm everything. When the doctors open the door to enter the room, I already knew by the facial expression that the doctor was carrying that it wasn’t any good news he had installed for us. That night ended up being the worst night of my life. I will never forget the words of my grandfather which he used to call me. They were “Abdullah seth gareebo ki tarf dekh ”. Those words will stay with me for the rest of my life:-(