I Volunteer – 24 minutes for the sorrowful

July 18, 2013 - 3 minutes read

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It was about 8:30 pm and I was surfing internet when my mum called me to deliver some food to an Aunty who lives nearby our home. I didn’t know why she made me do that but little did I know at that time. I took my mum’s mobile as her number was saved in it and now you might say that I could have rung the bell but it had been two days that their area had a blown up transformer so that made sense. I did as told and when I reached her home there was pitch black darkness. When I called her , her husband came to open the door. He was mute, I shook hands and followed him inside the house. In the courtyard, I found the Aunty sitting with her two little daughters. I sat down and told her that mum sent this food. She gestured me to sit down. She looked pale, I asked if she was alright.

With the rising prices and her falling health, the education of her daughters and management of house and on top of everything no electricity in this scortching heat for two days in Ramadan had made her life real miserable.

Then she told me that it’s been two months and her condition is not good, doctors have referred her to neuro-surgeon. She had pain in her head. She further told me that she is fed up of medicines and is facing a real tough time, sometimes her ears start bleeding, she is also a sugar patient and she herself looks after and teaches her two daughters and handles everything as her husband is mute and he goes to factory to work but she has to manage everything.
With the rising prices and her falling health, the education of her daughters and management of house and on top of everything, no electricity in this scortching heat for two days in Ramadan had made her life real miserable. After talking to me she felt light and I could see that even though I couldn’t help her financially but the time I spent, listening to her story and sharing her sorrow gave her heart some peace.
I told her that she can call me again if she needs any help. She was thankful that I brought her food.

For me it was a source of satisfaction and a lesson too that out of 24 hours we spend doing nothing, those 24 minutes could mean a lot to someone.

Submitted By : Angel

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