June 22, 2015. The day a part of me died.
It was the third day of Ramadhan, a time of beauty, peace and calm. But at around 5pm, sheer horror struck: a chest of drawers with a boiling hot water dispenser fell on top of my 2 year old daughter.
She suffered 2nd and 3rd degree burns to the entire left side of her body, from top to toe. It was the most catastrophic moment of my life, watching my daughter suffer in pain. But at that moment, I knew I had to be strong for her, and with faith in God, she pulled through.
There are no words to describe what I felt at the time. As a mother, you want to do everything in your power to keep you children happy, healthy and safe but when something like this happens, it feels like your whole world has come crashing down. My daughter spent 3 months in hospital, 1 month totally bedridden and laying only on her right side, connected to tubes and having to undergo countless injections and gas masks for general anaesthesia every other day and having skin graft surgery on her face, ear, shoulder and arm.
Even though she is back to her cheerful, bubbly self today, she is scarred both physically and emotionally. Just because she is out of hospital doesn't mean it's all over. It's an ongoing battle, and I too, am still struggling to deal with my emotions. But if there is one thing I have learnt from my baby girl, it's that you never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only option.
Everything happens for a reason, and only God knows best. Put faith in Him, and all will be well.