03/09/2024
Ishfaq Ahmed often said that a man loves a woman, but a woman loves her child. I fully understood this statement one night, it was a spring night in the last year of the last century. I had been married for about two years and my eldest son was about a year old.
That night, there were three people in the room, I, my son, and his mother! Two out of three people had fever, I had 104 degrees and my son had 101 degrees. Although my condition was much worse than my son's. However, I felt as if there were only two people in the room, my son and his mother.
The feeling of being completely ignored made my thoughts go haywire, but the conclusion was that a woman is a being who, when given motherhood, does not see anything except her child. Even her husband, especially when her child is in trouble. With this conclusion, I came to another conclusion that if my son's remedy is his mother's embrace, then my remedy would be my mother's embrace.
As soon as this thought came, I got up from bed and went to my mother's room. It was 2 am, but as soon as I opened the door, she immediately sat up, as if she was waiting for me. Then what happened, just like a one-year-old child, she took me in her arms. And with such a heavy dose of attention and love, my hug therapy was done, and I was completely fine by morning.
Then I made it a rule that whenever I had any problem or illness, instead of going to a doctor, I would go straight to the Central Mamtah Hospital for attention and treatment. There, I didn't need to say anything. Just by looking at my face, the severity of the problem was estimated. A medical emergency would be declared. I would be laid on the bed of the Medical Superintendent (Mother) and covered with her blanket. Someone would be ordered to bring soup, someone to bring milk, there would be an emergency call for a family doctor. In short, with the same heavy dose of attention and love, hug therapy would be done, and I would be discharged healthy within a few hours or days, depending on the nature of the illness. This sequence continued until about three months ago.
It was a cool November evening when I was about to leave the factory for home, I felt that I was not completely healthy, so I decided to get hug therapy done and went to my mother's service instead of going home. But when I reached there, I saw a different scene. My mother's condition was very bad due to a lung problem, she had been suffering from fever and pain for several days. I forgot myself and got involved in her care, gave her various medicines, tried famous food remedies, did palm therapy. After about two hours, her condition improved, and she fell asleep. I got up and went home. Hardly half an hour had passed since I arrived home when the phone rang. When I looked, it was my younger brother's number. Many fears passed through my mind in an instant. I immediately picked up the phone and asked, "Brother, is everything okay?" Brother said, "Everything is okay, mother is asking about you, how are you now?" Oh my God... That day my mind was fully praised by my mother. A mother is a being who forgets her own pain, her own self, when she sees her child in trouble. Today I have a fever again, I desperately need hug therapy. But my Central Mamtah Hospital for attention and treatment is closed forever.
