i was involved in a voluntary work in mid July, it was covered well in Utusan Malaysia yesterday. Nicely written, but it can never be enough to describe the feelings and experience.
i wanted to share the most indelible moment i had during the mission ever since it was over, but i just couldn't find the right word to describe it. Today, i told myself "oh heck, just write it lah!"
It happened on a beautiful Sunday morning, the 3rd day of our mission. We were at Kampung Tanjung Bundong, executing our mobile clinic as usual. i was supposed to take care of the BMI counter that morning but was told to shadow Dr. Ikram at consultation counter instead since he was having problem trying to understand the local accent.
A pakcik came in when it was his turn. We can obviously see the sign of Parkinson from his shaky hands. When his consultation was over, this pakcik told one of our volunteer that his wife is sick at home and couldn't get up. Dr. Ikram told a few of us to go to that pakcik's house and try to take patient's history and he'll be there as soon as he's done with consultation. Well, i didn't follow the team since i need to be at the consultation counter.
To cut short the story, the team has agreed to a diagnosis and gave that makcik the meds she needed under Dr. Ikram's supervision. But when they came back to us, they realized that they gave a wrong dosage instruction. So they need to go back there. This time around, i got the chance to follow them since we're done with mobile clinic. A step into the house, it breaks my heart to see the condition they are living in, just the two of them. Dua-dua pun sakit, siapa yg nak jaga siapa?
After we're done giving those meds, i helped to put the antibiotics in their refrigerator. It breaks my heart even more to see there is only a loaf of bread and half a pineapple in there. Do they not have anything else to eat?? God.....it seriously humbled me. It's beyond my capability to help them more than what we've done. Until today, everytime it's time for sahoor and iftar, it always reminds me of them. Do they have food to eat, are they doing okay, is there anyone taking care of them? Sigh...
Yeah i know, some of the Africans don't even have food to break their fast. But what i saw was a first hand experience, it touched the heart even more. i can only pray to Allah to take care of them, to look after those in need where ever they are.
May Allah always take care of you and your wife.
The team in the living room comes dining room comes bedroom.
photo credit: Asyraf Sukor & Huzaid.
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