Life never Stops

I was eighteen years old, the age where every person is supposed to be living the happiest life ever.  Although the sickness that controlled our home to all of us, I pretended to be that person. My dad was sick and went to the hospital. My brothers, sisters, and I were also sick. The doctors didn’t know what was wrong with us. Even my mom was sick. She went to the hospital couple of times. Also, the doctors never knew what was wrong with her. We decided that she should go to a hospital in Beirut. She stayed there for 13 days. The doctors knew her disease as well as my father, my sister and my brother only. Whenever I asked to go visit her, the answer will be no and whenever I asked what was wrong with her the answer will be “she’s good and she’s coming after couple of days”. Friday April 30, 2010, we were allowed to go visit her. I saw her for the last time. I can never forget that day. She started telling each one of us what she wants from us to always do. We left and I was sure that there is something wrong but I couldn’t tell. Monday May 3, 2010, my sister was there. I asked about her she said that she is better now and she might come home. Tuesday May 4, 2010 I woke up at 5:00 am hearing cries downstairs. I rushed down and I knew what was wrong but I didn’t want to believe it. I started asking what’s wrong. No one answered. I just heard my dad saying “إنا لله و إنا إليه راجعون”. I couldn’t believe what he said. I was shocked. MY MOM DIED. I thought that it was the end of the world, but no. Three years!! Three years passed and my mom is not with us but life goes on. LIFE NEVER STOPS.