...but it's not a happy ending.
"Most of my works were pending,
I thought I have sometime,
And in that way I was spending.
I faced, I saw, I fainted,
And I survived,
But it's not a happy ending.
My name is Mara. I was just an ordinary girl living an ordinary life. Going to college, talking to my best friends, in love with my one and only boyfriend and living happily with my parents. Everything was on point and my life was no less than any blessing. I was living a life of a blissful ordinary girl until that fateful day. The day that changed everything. The day,
"I survived, but it's not a happy ending."
I was a college senior, with dreams of going to university and becoming a writer. I had a loving family, a tight-knit group of friends, and a boyfriend who adored me. Life was perfect, or so I thought. Because, when we think that everything is on point, the universe has some other plans to do.
One day, on my way home from college, I was involved in a terrible car accident. A driver crossed the road in a wrong way and crashed into my car. I remember the destructing sound of metal clashing, the airbags opening, and then everything went black.
Then, I woke up on a hospital bed, surrounded by the constant beeping of machines. The doctors told me I was lucky to be alive. And I too thanked to Allah Almighty that, I was alive. But I was only alive, wasn't in a condition of living.
As I looked down at my body, wrapped in bandages and plaster, I didn't feel lucky. I felt broken. I felt useless and thought that it was end of my life. The accident left me paralyzed from the waist down. My dreams of going to university, of becoming a writer, seemed to shatter right before my eyes. I was limited to a wheelchair, dependent on others for my basic needs. It was a harsh reality to accept.
My friends and boyfriend tried to be supportive, but I could see the pity in their eyes. They didn't know how to act around me anymore. Eventually, they started visiting less and less, until they stopped coming altogether. I couldn't blame them. I was a constant reminder of 'how fragile life could be.'
My family was my rock during this time. They never left my side, always there to comfort me, to help me. But I could see the strain it was putting on them. The medical bills were piling up, and my parents were working extra hours to cover the costs. I felt like a burden on them.
I survived the accident, but at what cost? My life was turned upside down, my dreams shattered, my relationships strained. I was alive, but I wasn't living. I was merely existing. It wasn't a happy ending.
Then, one day, I met a girl named Emily. She was also in a wheelchair, a victim of a spinal cord injury. But unlike me, she was full of life. She was studying to become a psychologist, she had a loving boyfriend, and she was involved in various social activities.
Emily showed me that, life doesn't end after a tragedy. It changes, yes, but it doesn't end. She helped me see that I was more than my disability, that I was still capable of achieving my dreams. It would be harder, yes, but not impossible. She became my new friend.
With Emily's help, I started to rebuild my life. I enrolled in a local university, started writing again. It was a slow and painful process, but I was making progress.
I survived, but it's not a happy ending. It's a different ending, an ending I never imagined for myself. But it's an ending nonetheless. I'm still here, still fighting, still living. And for now, that's enough. Or I will make that enough for me.
"I was alive,
But the new life awarded to me,
was more than death.
I lose my heart,
But then I met,
Someone;
Some people are in their own self are 'HOPE'
Thank You!
Stay Tuned!
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