Ah Hafiz Ahsan ..
There are great sorrows in the world ..
Who should cry for whom ..
A story of social indifference and social awareness .. !!
Hafiz ‘whose mother left when he was a child’ father left on January 31 ..
Hafiz himself was not only studying in the university ‘ but was also taking a job as a rider in KFC to take care of his educational expenses and younger siblings ..
On February 12, Hafiz was hit by a trolley while reversing while standing at Punjab University.
Which only caused a fracture in Hafiz’s pelvis.
Hafiz was referred to a government hospital in Pindi.
He did not see an orthopedic doctor for a month.
During this time, Hafiz’s thighs and back became sores (and the sores were such that if I shared them, my account would be blocked). But the hospital staff did not pay any attention. Hafiz’s life was in serious danger.
In Ramadan, Hafiz’s uncle contacted and explained the situation. Hamza’s society was very busy with the Ramadan drive.
It was impossible for the society.
But when I thought that trying to save a life was important… Hamza’s image flashed before my eyes…
I asked my friends…
And a long, hopeful series of private treatment and a heartbreaking series of government treatment began…
Hafiz’s university fellows, ‘Phupha, Hamza Baig Welfare Society,’ together spent millions of rupees by begging. They tried day and night.
We were satisfied that now they were in the process of plastic surgery.
But
Perhaps.
Hafiz was in a hurry to meet his parents.
(I am deleting many things)
That’s all I will write.
A person without resources should not fall ill or go to government messiahs without feeling. Because Hamza’s society has dealt with many such problems.
Hafiz was immediately shifted to a private hospital, then to a private hospital with ICU. Day and night, the uncle was running around taking care of him alone. And the aunt, who raised the children as a mother, was looking after Hafiz’s siblings at home (this is a separate, long story).
I slept at 4 am on Thursday morning. I woke up at 6 am due to anxiety and then I couldn’t sleep.
At 7:27 am I sent a message asking how Hafiz was doing.
At 7:29 am I received the news that Hafiz had gone to his parents. !!
My heart became very heavy.
And tears started flowing.
Because Hafiz was connected with the information of the bridge, an unexpected love for Hafiz developed.
When Hafiz entered Jhelum from Pindi, even the clouds cried with their hearts.
Hamza’s society remained with Hafiz’s family until the end of time.
God willing, it will continue in the future.
Hafiz was and is praying for those who supported him in his life and now his family… Despite the influence of money, ‘understanding matters’, we could not stop Hafiz from leaving…
But with heartache, there will be thousands and millions of such Hafizs…
Whom we lose simply by not realizing and paying attention, and the relationships connected to them continue to cry all their lives due to lack of resources and the attitude of those who do not pay attention and the grief of their loved ones… Which is painful to even think about, as Hamza’s mother often tells me… 🥹🤲
Where are the lamps of thought and vision now in the house of feelings? What is the intensity of the pain? Some are remembered, some are forgotten. Saghar Siddiqui
