Justice

Today I spent most of my time with my aunt. I’ve been taking her from one physician to another, from one department of the hospital to another to run several health check-ups.  On the way back home we talked about how beautiful is Holland during spring time in comparison with other countries she’s been to.

We talked about Gardenias (white flowers with a very distinguished smell). At that moment, she recalled her dead son and how he used to bring her Gardenias back in Iraq and put them in a bowl of cold water with ice cubes to spread its nice essence in the house.

Tears started pouring from her eyes in the memory of her beloved son. I could do nothing but comfort her with words of sympathy and compassion. Although my words could not bring the dead to the living but they somehow were able lighten up her weary heart.

In a moment of silence my aunt’s life ran through my head in a flash of light, just like a movie. My dad used to say: “If I was a pope I would give that woman the title of a saint for all what she's been through and all what she did for her family”.

But guess what? That woman never enjoyed the presence of her family in her life. She lived with a paralyzed, unappreciative husband and a mentally ill son.  She spent more than 40 years of her life serving them with pure devotion and unconditional love.

She suffered Colon cancer, brain strokes, Hemiplegia and million other health disasters yet she survived and kept taking care of her family. She was forced to leave her homeland and live in another country with much lower life conditions just to save her only son from being killed back in Iraq. She lived through the difficult death of her paralyzed husband and immigrated yet to another country where she had no family and no one to help her.

Ironically enough, just by the time she thought she found rest and peace she lost her son with a tragic shocking accident.  While she saved him from death in hell she lost him on a whim in the land of peace. You must be wondering now when would that woman’s tragedy end and finally have a normal life? Or even; how is it possible that she’s still alive?!

After all what happend and yet she had almost gone through poverty till she finally was resurrected by relocating to Holland and reunite with her brothers and sisters. Now she enjoys her days, leads a healthy life and everyone is taking care of for her including people outside her family circle.

I looked at her and said: “Don’t cry auntie, the universe took away your beloved ones so that you can finally be able to live! Maybe now is the time for you to just enjoy your life”.

She kept crying and said: “But it’s not fair”

I smiled and said: “Sometimes justice can be hard but if you take your time and look carefully you’ll see it’s never unfair. It’s just that the universe has its own way of taking care of us!!”