It was 6am, June 18th 2021. How can I ever forget that faithful Friday morning, a day that would have changed our lives forever. Prior to the fajr athaan, I had a brief conversation with my brother who had informed me that mom's medical condition was relatively stable but there was no real improvement. We discussed oxygen saturation levels and oxygen flow rates and agreed to touch base later on in the day to keep each other informed about moms deteriorating health. I had just retired to bed after fajr prayers when the phone rang. It was sister Cleo on video calling. Naturally I was quite perturbed and answered the call in haste. Sister Cleo was quite anxious and in a state of panic as she took me through mom's vital stats. "Everything is dropping at a rapid rate. Her blood pressure is dropping and her oxygen saturation level is at 40. Please come to the hospital now. Your mom is extremely ill and is passing away." I froze and needed a few seconds to digest everything that she conveyed to me. After gathering myself together I jumped out of bed and quickly changed into a kaftan. Now came the difficult part. I needed to break the news to dad. I knocked on dad's room door. He was not yet asleep. He asked me if I called the hospital to enquire about mom. I hate being the bearer of bad news. I took a deep breath and finally let it all out in one go.
The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity. My mind was so faraway that I only realised we had arrived at our destination when the car came to an abrupt halt. Dad's late brothers' children arrived at the hospital as well. They had lost their dad a week earlier and so they were all going through their own emotional pain and trauma. My dad didn't really have the time to grieve or mourn for his elder brother as mom's medical prognosis was not good either. I can clearly remember the Tuesday afternoon when dad and I went to my uncle's home to greet him and see him off to the hospital. In many ways I think that he knew he was not going to return home. He kept on asking about mom. That was his biggest concern.
Mom was rushed to hospital on Saturday, June 5th, 2021 around 6pm. I had just come out of the shower preparing for asr salaah when suddenly I heard mom screaming in pain. She was experiencing severe diarrhoea the day before. I then called my brother and we both agreed to rush mom to the hospital.
Mom has always been a home executive par excellence. Allah has gifted her with green fingers thereby allowing her to design and create one of the most beautiful gardens in the neighbourhood. She has always taken an immense amount of pride and joy in her cooking and her culinary skills are definitely praiseworthy. She has always been immaculate when it came to setting a table especially when guests were invited. Arts and crafts, painting and needlework have always been hobbies that mom is passionate about. Every Friday mom use to cook for Mizaan's halaal takeaway located in Florida. Reading the social media comments about how tasty the food was ultimately motivated mom and gave her a sense of self worth. After all, her cooking was her joy and happiness. The Friday before moms admission to hospital, she got up as usual to steam the mutton biryani she had prepared the day before. She had become accustomed to her Friday routine. However when the pot was finally steamed to completion, mom was unable to lift the pot from the stove as she usually does. Her body was overtaken by weakness and that's when she realised that something was wrong. During the course of the day she had developed a cough with phlegm on her chest and asked me to bring medication for her from the pharmacy.
During the course of the weekend mom just layed in bed. Despite taking antibiotics and various other medications to treat her symptoms there wasn't really a marked improvement in her health. Hence on Monday night our house doctor visited to assess moms ill health. He concluded that mom had bronchitis and added an additional antibiotic to the current treatment regimen she was already taking. He also wanted several blood tests to be done to rule out a few other medical conditions. As the days went by, despite mom taking all her medication as prescribed, there wasn't any significant improvement in moms health. The weakness became worse. Eventually the weakness was coupled with severe abdominal pain and diarrhoea leaving us with absolutely no choice apart from getting mom admitted to the nearest hospital.
Upon arrival at the hospital, mom was rushed into casualty. My brother and I waited in the car as the medical personnel took various x rays of moms chest. They also conducted a number of blood tests. After a three hour wait we were finally called into casualty where we were told that mom had a severe bout of pneumonia and required intravenous antibiotic treatment. Subsequently mom was admitted and the doctor on duty said that he expected her to stay in hospital for no longer than a week. We were told that no visitors were allowed and that if we wanted to know about moms progress we should call the ward directly. We thereby exchanged contact numbers with the nursing staff assigned to mom and then left for home.
There was an absolute feeling of emptiness walking into the house without mom. Without a shadow of doubt it is a mother who turns a house into a home. Whenever I return home at night after work, I'd always find mom in the family room reclining on her specific chair or I'd find mom in the kitchen either baking fresh home made bread or croissants or cooking something special for us. Even before entering the house, an aroma of deliciousness always pervaded the air. Our family life has always been centered around the kitchen, a cosy space designated not only for cooking scrumptious meals but it is also an area in our home whereby good food is coupled with lots of fun, laughter and discussion collectively as a family.
Sunday is usually a day of leisure but in our home a Sunday is always associated with the gathering of family and friends and of course mom's signature rice dishes. Despite mom's absence at the lunch table, we tried extremely hard to retain a semblance of normalcy in our lives.
Whilst having lunch, my brother received a call from the hospital informing us that mom tested positive for covid 19 as well and that she will be transferred to the specialised covid unit. We couldn't understand how did mom become covid positive as she remained in doors all the time. No one else at home had been ill despite the fact that we are in constant contact with patients all the time at the pharmacy. Sometimes we forget that sickness and health remains purely in the hands of the Almighty. All of us in life are going through different trials and tribulations. Indeed God Almighty tests us in different ways to assess our faith and belief in Him and of course to bring us closer to Him.
With mom being in hospital it was only natural for everyone at home to be having sleepless nights and so on Monday morning at the crack of dawn I made my way to the hospital to seek permission from management to be able to visit mom and spend some time with her. The head nurse at the covid ward was an extremely kind middle-aged petite woman who understood my plight perfectly well. She gave me a set of protective gear and asked me to suit up before making my way to mom's room. During our brief encounter she mentioned to me that a few years ago her daughter was in hospital in the ICU and she was prevented from visiting her. That entire experience was traumatic for her and so she vowed to God Almighty that she will never ever do the same to any of her patient's family members. Stepping into mom's room, the first thing I noticed was the high flow oxygen face mask that was placed firmly on mom's face giving her the image of someone out of space. Her face was swollen and mom looked visibly distraught. She was unable to speak to me but her hand gestures indicated that she was feeling extremely claustrophobic. At noon, the nursing sister assigned to mom passed by with mom's lunchtime meal. She asked me to feed mom and encourage her to be more accepting of the high flow oxygen mask. As we were chatting, my phone rang. It was the treating physician.
Eight days after mom was intubated, I received a call from the head nurse of the covid ward. She asked me to pass by in the morning during her shift. She granted me permission to visit mom for 20 minutes but at the same time she wanted me to view mom's chest x rays. Upon perusal I was in absolute shock and disbelief. I was unable to see the lungs at all on the x rays. All I could see was clouds of white. I knew the seriousness of the situation and a part of me felt as though this was the beginning of the end. I was also required to provide consent for dialysis as mom was going into renal failure as well due to her lungs being incapacitated. After spending time with mom, I recall driving to the pharmacy with tears rolling down my cheeks. My dad called to enquire about mom and I burst out in tears explaining how bad the chest x rays were in just a matter of 2 days. Mom's health was deteriorating and subsequently we were called in on that faithful Friday morning to bid her farewell, but God Almighty tested our faith and showed us all who is ultimately in control of life and death.
My brother and I continued visiting mom at her room window. Then one day Allah placed mercy in the heart of the night time shift leader, the same gentleman who yelled at us a few times before for standing at the window. He befriended my brother and said that he could see how attached we were to mom. He could see the genuine concern we had for her and so he told us that whenever he is on duty he will allow us to suit up in PPE gear and spend time with mom in her room. We noticed that our physical presence had a huge positive impact on mom's mental state of mind which in turn had a positive impact on mom's overall health and well-being. Her oxygen saturation levels improved and with time they were able to wean mom completely off the ventilator 8 weeks after admission.
During our midnight rendezvous at the hospital
my brother and I witnessed a lot of disturbing incidents. Almost every night 2
undertaker vehicles were parked in front of the covid ward to collect the
remains of those who succumbed to their illness. There is one incident that
will remain etched in my mind forever. Whilst waiting to gain access to the
ward, my brother and I met a gentleman who told us that he received a call from
the ward asking him to come in immediately to meet his wife. She was a nurse in
the covid ward and she contracted the virus becoming extremely ill. The
caregiver became a patient herself intubated on a ventilator. The middle-aged
man was so excited. Whilst chatting to him, a nurse interrupted our discussion
and asked us to follow her. The gentleman remained outside. Upon reaching the
ward, we learnt that the nurse had actually passed away and hence her husband
was asked to come in immediately. I was gutted and heartbroken and even though
the man was a complete stranger I could feel his pain.
Mom was discharged on Eid ul adha. After a traumatising 8 weeks, it was undoubtedly a welcoming relief. Due to the fact that there were no beds available at the rehab centre, we had to make arrangements for a proper home health care facility that included the hiring of an oxygen concentrator, a full-time nurse as well as periodic sessions with the physiotherapist.
Mom required a full-time nurse to assist her with her daily activities. She was unable to walk or shower on her own. She was discharged from the hospital in an extremely bad state. Her clothes were soiled due to diarrhoea and she was unable to speak clearly due to the hole in her neck as a result of the tracheostomy. It was as though she was discharged from a psychiatric institute. The admission ward had windows but then a week after admission she was moved to a ward that had absolutely no windows. She was unable to decipher night from day and in the process mom lost complete track of time. Mom needed to be on 5L of oxygen continuously night and day. Her oxygen saturation levels had to be monitored extremely closely. It took almost 2 months for mom to be weaned off the oxygen completely. Mom's physiotherapy session's assisted her in regaining some of her strength back. A year has passed and mom is still facing a series of long covid symptoms such as extreme chronic fatigue, shortness of breath as well as nausea and excessive vomiting. These symptoms have sometimes warranted hospitalisation for a few days at a time.
Mom's personality was undoubtedly a catalyst that encouraged many many people throughout the world to pray for her recovery. When our extended Saudi family heard about moms ill health they immediately rushed to the haram to distribute sadaqah. At the house of Allah, they beseeched Him for mom's speedy recovery. Students at the various Islamic institutes recited Quraan for mom everyday in congregation. The late Sheikh Ayoob Patel from Malawi who took mom as his own sister, not only fasted for mummy's recovery but woke up everyday at tahajjud literally in tears begging Allah to return our mom home to us. Everyday before embarking on his daily chores, Sheikh would first do an act of sadaqah for mom. I will never ever forget the daily conversations I had with Sheikh Ayoob. He was a wonderful human being with a soft kind heart. Sheikh Ayoob was a fatherly figure as I was acquainted to him from childhood.
His conversations were not only encouraging but he always spoke words of wisdom. During one of our conversations, he asked me to explain to him what is covid and what happens to the body. Little did i know then that a few days after mom was discharged from hospital that Sheikh Ayoob himself would be admitted in a Malawi hospital for covid pneumonia. Sheikh Ayoob eventually succumbed to his illness and returned to his heavenly abode leaving behind a nation that was shattered on hearing about his untimely demise. May Allah grant Sheikh Ayoob the highest stages in jannah and fill his kabr with light. Ameen.
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