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Have you ever thought about how boring your life is? Or how depressed you are knowing that your boyfriend/girlfriend has been ignoring you for three hours? Have you ever stressed over what people may think about you? Or worse, have you ever thought about committing suicide?
If not, then you generally stress over petty matters and waste your days and weeks in order to fix something. Mahnoor Shabir struggled with a malady, and just before she departed she taught us one life lesson we should always keep in mind.
Here are her final words:
“Won a battle but the war against cancer isn’t over yet. Fortunately or unfortunately, it relapsed just a few days back. I am a 21-year-old who should be worrying about my quizzes and if I made it above the average, but instead I have to worry about my blood counts being in the normal range. I am a 21-year-old who should be worrying about my GPA, but instead, I worry about the result of my biopsies. I am a 21-year-old who should be searching for the best post-grad universities abroad, instead, I am searching for the best cancer clinics abroad.
I am a 21-year-old who should be rejoining her university again this week, instead, I am getting hospitalized again. I am a 21-year-old who should be worrying about a chipped nail, instead, I worry about the effects of chemotherapy.
I am a 21-year-old who should be worrying about relationships, instead, I worry about emotional attachment with almost anyone. I am a 21-year-old who should be the one making trips to the hospital for her parents and wheeling them around, instead they are the ones doing it.
But none of that upsets me, it makes me only more grateful that I am an extraordinary 21-year-old I am a 21-year-old with incredible strength, willpower, resilience, and courage to face one of the deadliest maladies again. A second attempt may be frustrating but I believe it can be easy too. And it makes me grateful to have the most amazing and supportive parents out there. But I am a 21-year-old who is nothing without Allah or the prayers that He answers. So I would request you all to keep me in your prayers as much as you can. No one knows when one of it might get accepted! ????
Last words of Mahnoor Shabir who passed away today.
This post was a prayer request for a struggling girl fighting with cancer and in a couple of minutes turned out to be a prayer request for someone who just passed away. This is life. This is how uncertain it is. And this is why you all must stop taking it for granted. Be grateful.
Be kind. You never know when it ends. Please pray for the departed soul. And for her family. May Allah gives them patience. Ameen!”
If it is not about Mahnoor Shabir then, think about the children who are undergoing treatment in hospitals like Shaukat Khanam, and everywhere else. Children who are younger than your oldest pair of jeans, whose parents spend nights with them in general wards; parents, whose bodies are too timeworn to run to and fro, or climb stairs up and down just to complete their child’s report file. Just so their 9-year-old child could live a life away from the smell of spirit, beeping monitors, regular chemotherapies, and blood tests.
These hospitals are filled with patients who come from out of the city, far away villages, whose families have nowhere to stay, and so they are bound to lie down in the open night sky even in winters outside hospital buildings, just in case the doctor needs to call them to fetch medicine and equipment.
Patients like Mahnoor Shabir, who keep staring at the white ceiling, a small room without a clock or a window, counting seconds in mind to calculate how much more they have to endure. Patients as passionate as Mahnoor Shabir, who wish to travel, and study and make new friends, probably even hang out, and finally settle down with someone special.
How can we so readily conclude that our lives are crappy, miserable, meaningless, depressing? What makes us so ungrateful? Why are we gulping down everything, not cherishing what we have on our dinner plate, avoiding relations, and keeping scores? This is something we should all ponder upon.