Looking at Mrs. Yousuf's deteriorating condition, the doctors had already lost hope. The entire family was consumed by a deep sense of despair. During this time, Mrs. Yousuf suffered a fall in the bathroom, which left her completely bedridden. She was now dependent on others for everything—eating, drinking, and her basic needs—all had to be managed on her bed. She could no longer walk at all. Although doctors had initially reassured the family that her leg would recover in a few days, there was no sign of improvement.
Fifteen days had passed with Mrs. Yousuf confined to her bed, and Eid was fast approaching. While the rest of the world was busy with festive preparations, a heavy, suffocating silence hung over Mrs. Yousuf's house. The family sat in quiet corners, their only solace being the prayer on their lips: "Please, let Ammi get well."
On the 28th of Ramadan, just two days before Eid, her condition took a turn for the worse. She was rushed to the emergency ward of a government hospital. After a series of check-ups, the doctors were puzzled; they couldn't pin it down to a single ailment and remained baffled as to why her leg wasn't healing. The family, who had taken her there at 8:00 PM, finally returned home at 5:00 AM, exhausted and broken.
When Eid finally arrived, the neighborhood was alive with joy and people dressed in their finest new clothes. But inside Mrs. Yousuf's home, time seemed to stand still. No one had new clothes to wear, nor did they have the heart for celebrations. They were trapped between the fading life of their mother and the hollow arrival of a festival—no new clothes, and no food for the occasion.
When relatives came to visit and saw her condition, they dismissively remarked, "This is all just in your head; you should take her to a better hospital." When I told them I had no money, not a single soul offered financial help. They gave advice, but no one offered a hand.
As time slipped away and the lack of funds kept us from seeking better care, I heard of a kind-hearted man in the area who provided loans to those in desperate need. I went to him and pleaded, "Please, give me a loan so I can take my mother to a private hospital. The government doctors say her time is running out." In my desperation, I held his feet and begged. He replied, "I will come to see your mother first."
After visiting our home and seeing her state, he said firmly, "Take her to a specialist hospital immediately. I will provide the loan." However, he set one condition: the money had to be repaid within a year. I agreed instantly, promising to do whatever it took.
We rushed Ammi to a prestigious private hospital. After an examination, the doctors delivered a devastating blow: her lower body was completely paralyzed. They agreed to admit her but required an upfront deposit of $5,000. The kind man, who had accompanied us, went straight to the counter and paid the amount. He turned to me and said, "Hassan, if you need more money, just give me a call."
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