My patients taught me
They taught me the sweetness of patience. When the body shakes from severe pain and the patient’s voice gets louder with the words “Praise be to Allah” instead of moaning, I find the sweetness of patience in this patient.
They taught me the bounty of depending on Allah. When the patient is confident that recovery is in the hands of Allah, accepts the disease and listens to doctors’ advice, his soul gets filled with the bounty of satisfaction. Then I see happiness in its best form on the face of this patient - a happiness which if healthy people learn about, they would fight this patient for it.
My patients taught me the true value of life. When you see someone who fought, struggled and became angry, while the storms of life around him subsided, and the disease became his reality
They taught me the true meaning of love. When loved ones surround the patient, they share with him the path of his illness, which may take long.
that he sleeps and wakes up with, you learn from him one thing - that what preoccupies us in life is not worth what we were thinking, and that the last lesson is the true lesson in life.
They taught me the true meaning of love. When loved ones surround the patient, they share with him the path of his illness, which may take long. You realize the meaning of true love that continues beyond time, and remains immortal even after time stops. It is a love that has nothing to do with life’s interests, the status of man or the amount of money he has. It is love by those who are around him when he believes and spreads the values he is respected for.
Illness has many great benefits, and maybe the most simple of which is the lessons we learn from our patients. So let us make “thanks” the title of our illnesses, as it is the magic word that gives life with all its variables - a good taste.