The Last Time I Wept

      The night when I came to know, that I have just fifteen days of life, by my doctor. I asked her, "do you have any guarantee that you will come alive to the hospital tomorrow?". She replied "No", then I said, "If you have no guarantee of your own life how can you judge my life?". She put her hand on my head and smiled.
       My eyes were wet, not because of that I have very less days to live in this world but at that time I was thinking of my family, that they love me too much. But when I thought about my self it was a double grief for me, how much I enjoyed the life? I wept and wept all the night.
       The days was passing out, my treatment was not reporting positive, and the day of my eye closing forever was coming near. I told to my doctor that my family loves me  too much, complete my last wish don't tell any thing to my family please, when I die then you are allowed to tell them but I can't bare it that they came to know about my last breathing.
       It was fifteenth day when early in the morning I opened my eyes. I thought it is the last day of my life should I spend it in grief or I can do something because of which my last words are "Oh God! What a life I lived, I Enjoyed it a lot. Suddenly I got a thought that time, and it was that "How much time we live isn't any mean, how much we live in that time is a meaningful life".
        I sat and pulled out the drip pipe from my hand, changed my dress, put my shoes, and walked out. The doctor saw me and asked, where are you going as you are not in the situation of any break in your treatment. That time I was unaware of that what actually I want to do. I just simply replied to the doctor, "I have to enjoy my life". and I went out.
        I was standing in the gate of the hospital. I closed my eyes and heard the noise. I was amazed, it sounds too musical to my ears and those were the voices which irritates me before. I felt too much happy when I heard the voices, the noises, as I want to hear it all the time.
        I opened my eyes and started a walk, I enjoyed every step i took that time. I felt too happy that what a blessing of God, I can walk as it was normal before. After five minutes, I reached a pace where there were a lot of flowers of different colors. when i saw the flowers and the different colors i thanked to the God again that you have blessed me with eyes by which I can observe different colors. Oh thank you so much God you made me perfect with my eyes. In short every thing I saw that day, I used to see every day, but that day everything was special. I walked, talked, laughed, danced, sang, and did those all things I got a single thought that time. I enjoyed each and every step of my life that day, because I will be unable to see these things, these blessings tomorrow.
         Enjoying these blessings of God. I walked again to my destination. When I reached my ward, I fell down and the world became dark.
         The words of Azaan was touched my ears, I opened my eyes, looked on my right then on my left, thought am I in Heaven or on earth. I got my fellow patients there when i sat and observed. I smiled, looked above and said "What a life it is". I went Prepared myself for Prayers and offered it, it was Fajar. After that i started recovering, improvement in my treatment.
          Though, with a new life I got many things, I thought positive when I opened my eyes I asked my self "am I in heaven" I did not event got a spark of hell that time. I learnt how special the life is. I learnt how to find a lot of happiness in small happenings. and the most important I learnt how to live the life. From that day when I wake up every morning, I decide, I will enjoy every blessing of God.
Thank you God for all of your Blessings.