A Hope That Survives
I did not know that was a miracle or not but I am sure I’ve got some reasons to respect our fair race. While working as an intern in a university which is known for its agricultural research and welfare of farmers, my coordinator came with very shocking news that a family had been excluded because 11 year old boy, the youngest of three children, diagnosed HIV positive. His parents were died of AIDS a year before and his uncle took the responsibility but after the entire village found that they stopped their children to play with them and been expelled from school too.
This news caught fire and brought many organizations together to help them out. We got there as we heard about big gathering about to be held at that village. The scene was pretty dramatic entire village was there, doctors and health workers were there and press reporters along with their equipments were ready to capture every moment. People were sitting in a circle and outsiders like us were in the middle, the banners with social massages hung behind us.
All respected people gave speech about the disease and sympathized to the children. And there was she, a woman who had been suffering from HIV/AIDS. She stood against the crowd to tell them how she had been survived. Few years before doctors told her that she would not live more than 2 months. The hospital where she was getting treat, discharge her to spend time with her family; that was a different issue that there was no family. Then an organization found her and gave the support that she needed. Since then she has been working for patients who have same disease.
A significant amount of time passed by, one day I saw her again and recognized her soon. I wanted to talk to her, to appreciate her but I couldn’t. I thought if people would have known about her, they might not behave well. Whatsoever, she lived near death, never regretted what she had or had not perhaps.