The Endemic

Assalamu alaikum

Cancer is so widespread that everyday theres news of someone dying or being diagnosed with this endemic. Cancer has many faces it can be found in the blood, in a certain organ even the bone. Sometimes it can be cured if diagnosed early, in other instances it is often too late and the victims of this disease face a very bleak end toward their final hours in this world.
Today I felt a need to write on this matter after reading a rather distressing news article on the BBC website: 'A cancer patient who has been denied funding for a stem cell transplant plans to move to another city if it means he will get the treatment'.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/derbyshire/7120775.stm

It was very emotional, having a someone very close to me who was diagnosed with this disease but praise be to Allah SWT she was diagnosed very early on and now is on remission. However, this is not to change the emotional strain of it all, the loneliness of this disease, and in time not only is it mentally difficult but it has physical too. The sufferer is not the only one to endure the strain but carers too.
I was discussing with a friend about the BBC article [I gave the link above] and how unfortunate these people are.

Mr Lord's case is not an isolated issue, rather it is an reoccurance everyday, people waiting endlessly for cures, treatments, transplants and so on. Often the waiting is due to the lack of government support and as it happens Mr Lord is fighting this disease and suffering because our government is too busy funding military warefare than spending in the needs of its citizens, using the tax payers money in 'killing' innocent people over seas. The irony of it all is that the government in effect are the prepetrators of its citizens and I feel a great shame on behalf of them for the sufferings of 'victims' of this country. I feel denied from the rights of the taxes we pay spent in the correct way.

A deep melancholy over shadows my eye; the government lacks in giving support to the many trusts that are out there in support of health issues.
My friend who I was discussing the case of Mr Lord's issue said my anguish was due to my own personal experience; perhaps it is and because I have too lived through this disease I feel the urgency; the requisite to air my opinion on this case.
Only those who are suffering from this and those who are carers of this disease know and feel the ail. As a Muslim I know that all suffering is a test from our Lord Allah SWT and 'with hardship comes ease' but when there are treatments and supports out there we should opt and accept it for the betterment of ourselves and for our society, but when these rights are curbed from us surely this is a great injustice?

In time inshAllah I hope to open a trust fund dedicated to all cancer sufferes and if Allah SWT wills, open trust funds for other terminal illnesses. InshAllah people will support this endemic and various other diseases.
We have the means to do so and we will be damned if we do not build bridges in combating these ailments.


Our Lord! In You we have placed our trust, and to You do we turn in repentance, for unto You is the end of all journeys. (60:4)

Our Lord! Pour out on us patience and constancy, and make us die as those who have surrendered themselves unto You. (7:126)
Ameen.

M'salam

The Story Of My Life...

Poetry you can feel..you can relate to..Maulana Rumi one certainly can...


I was ready to tell
the story of my life
but the ripple of tears
and the agony of my heart
wouldn't let me

i began to stutter
saying a word here and there
and all along i felt
as tender as a crystal
ready to be shattered

in this stormy sea
we call life
all the big ships
come apart
board by board

how can i survive
riding a lonely
little boat
with no oars
and no arms

my boat did finally break
by the waves
and i broke free
as i tied myself
to a single board

though the panic is gone
i am now offended
why should i be so helpless
rising with one wave
and falling with the next

i don't know
if i am
nonexistence
while i exist
but i know for sure
when i am
i am not
but
when i am not
then i am

now how can i be
a skeptic
about the
resurrection and
coming to life again

since in this world
i have many times
like my own imagination
died and
been born again...