It was a cloudy day. I and friends were running around to arrange basic facilities of lighting for the Students Camp. The technician, who came to fit lights around, didn’t have enough tube lights. It was the time, my friend Shamil had to leave the camp for getting tube lights from Narikkuni town. After a few hours, I found my camp captain from a corner, suppressing his tears in someway. I rushed out and asked why he’s crying. He wasn’t ready to open up. He was absolutely sure that this camp is going to get ended here and all the efforts we have taken to organize the camp is going to be in vain. “What?, what happened Sulfi?.. ; “Naji, I don’t know how to say this. Shamil… Our Shamil.. ; What happend to shamil? Why are you crying Sulfi? ; Shamil got hit by a Jeep. Some people seen the Jeep and Bike, says he might have died”. Shamil along with the technical was hit by a jeep coming across from Chakkalakkal town, with the bike they were travelling. None of us were sure whether both of them were alive or not.
Giving Sulfi to manage the camp, I, along with Dani, hurried to the Medical college. It was a feeling like, the distance between Medical college and the Chakkalakkal School campus was such a long distance. My heart was beating as if there happened a hurricane near me. Finally, we reached the hospital. We rushed to the casualty. Thank god. We were able to breathe properly. Shamil is alive. His face had got bumps in it. Even legs had swelled. By the time, he had gained his consciousness but, barely, he could talk. Looking around, we could see some doctors trying to save lives of another person who were brought by an ambulance. That person, who were brought, were given hard chest compressions to pump blood through his heart. After few minutes. Doctor stopped compressions and announced. Time of Death 14:12.
As, like other patients, we found several people helping Shamil around. First I thought, they are the hospital staffs. I was wrong. Then I assumed that, it would be his family; later I found that it wasn’t his family as well. My curiosity grew to the sky; then I thought it would be some distant friends; that was also a wrong finding. Later I realized that they were the volunteers who were working at this government medical hospital to help out people who come in need.
It was written ‘Sahayi'(Who helps) in his tag. As like always. A normal feeling raised in my mind. I also want to be a Sahayi. Few days went by. Shamil was moved to Ward No.37, where all the people with different fractures and open operations are put in. On the days I came to visit Shamil, I tried spending time in the Emergency Casuality by pushing the wheelchairs and stretchers for the patients who came by ambulances and other vehicles.
Time went by. One day, an officer figured out that I was volunteering my time helping patients without any ID card. This was the time, I started the journey of a thousand miles in volunteering with that Medical college, where that officer referred me to register as volunteer in the hospital and the journey in which I found the joy of volunteering and compassion. I felt loved and I found self-esteem. All through that small act of volunteering, which took me to 7 years of joyful volunteering journey with the Government Medical College.
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