A Child Of Benghazi And His Last Words|
" Children remember their parents and grandparents
by the gifts they leave behind! " Atlantis, the movie
It was as if someone had reached into Fa'eda's chest cavity, split her rib cage open, pulled out her heart, chewed on it for a while, and then spat it out. She felt her heart mercilessly bounce like a Ping-Pong ball, thrown, jiggled, kicked in the gravel, and stepped on endlessly; unable to pick it up. "eradat Allah wa Allahu ghalib" is what she kept telling herself –for it was her only comfort. She was a helpless twenty-six year old mother of one ill boy, Nor-adeen.
Fa'eda was suffocated by a powerful instinct, her motherly love. The only remedy for her severe and unbearable pain was to hold her dying son tightly and closely in her arms, and not let go. Silently, she shed what was left of her tears. Nor-adeen, with eyes half the size of his head and skin-only-covered skeleton lay motionless. He was nurturing from his mother's warmth and through it, he felt his mother's agony. Suddenly, he looked into her sad eyes, consoling her with the only way he knew how and for the last time softly uttered:
"Mother... I ...want... to... be... a... teacher... when... I... grow-up"!
Indeed are gut-wrenching and moving words! Words could have been put on the lips of a dying four and a half-year-old boy only by angels. Words that likely rattled the gates of heaven and may have even startled e'zrael and gave him the idea of a mutiny.
Nor-adeen was so sincere, and so innocent, but unfortunately, for all, his life was cut short.
The mother's dripping tears turned into floods, and her cries became louder. She wished she could trade places with him; that was all she had left to give her perishing son.
A nurse heard the boy's final words, pulled up a chair, and spoke, "I am your student, and my dear Nor-adeen you are my teacher"!
While the young boy was silently teaching the nurse, his mother looked on. They could read the message through his eyes. The once sparkling eyes were now dying candles and quickly going out. Nor-adeen did not let go easy; he fought hard. He fought like a young and promising warrior who did not fear death. He fought to keep his eyelids open. Like all humanity, he lost the fight. It was his time to go... his eminent worldly-departure. Nor-adeen was never to open his eyes again.
This is, yet again my friends, a sample of what some of our people are experiencing. The pain, the agony, and the support of no one are touching almost every family in the Qaddafi's Jamahiria. This incident took place in our beautiful city of Benghazi and in particular, the children's hospital. Nor-adeen contracted the HIV virus in the same hospital in which he visited for a routine toddler check-up. He was on his death bed when had a lengthy talk with his bleeding-hearted mother. They exchanged so much and it was done mostly, if not only with eye contact. For her dying son, the mother was all ears and for his sorrowful mother, the boy was all eyes. For the last three years, the young mother's trips to the hospital, if summed-up, would probably be half-way around the earth.
Nor-adeen had seen only a photo of his dad, Emraje'. He wasn't born yet when his father mysteriously disappeared. The mother and the rest of the family had no clue and had no help from the officials as to what had happened to her new husband and how Nor-adeen became ill.
Allah-fearing young man, Emraje', was closing on three months into his marriage when he was last seen. People who knew him well say Emraje' never missed his five daily prayers, of which most if not all, were conducted at the mosque. He was the unpaid janitor and the maintainer of the same mosque he prayed at. The last they saw of him was at the dawn prayer on Friday, March 29th, 1996. The same people declare that it was not Emraje's character to just disappear and leave a pregnant bride behind. Only few months ago, a distant reletive of the family was informed that Emraje' was seen in Abu-sleem prison and that his health was ailing.
Now, Emraje' who has been in jail for five years, never knew he had a son, let alone that his son, Nor-adeen, had just passed away. Sadly, they may both meet each other for the first time somewhere else. Given the state of his health, Emraje' might be on his way as you read these lines.
Yet again, we Libyans have been denied having one bright, enthusiastic, and promising mentor...little Nor-adeen.
Nor-adeen may have been heavenly blessed by not seeing what the rest of his country-children are doomed to see?!