My Only Brother
Ali was my brother and he was younger than me by four years, which meant we were never in the same school level, but still we went to the same school.
He was always naughty but clever, he was always the top student in his class, he loved football a lot and played it so well. We loved each other so much more than the rest of the family, we shared a special bond. I always understood him so well.
At the beginning of the year 2010 he began getting sick. He would always say “I have a headache”. The situation got worse and my mother took him to a doctor who suggested that my brother needed to be taken to Kenyatta Hospital immediately. Everything was arranged and he was off to Nairobi where the hospital was located.
Back at home I was scared, but I never wanted to imagine the worst, all I wanted was hope and faith that my my brother will be OK. I prayed day and night for the well being of my brother. 3 month later I was off to see him. I always hoped for that day, the day I will hug him so tight and whisper in his ear that he was going to be all right.
Finally I was there, just few seconds in the elevator and I will see him right there. I was so excited, I couldn’t even wait in the elevator, 9A was his ward. He was standing right in front of the elevator with a smile in his lips and I could not control my tears of joys, there we were hugging each other. And then I noticed something strange about mouth. I was shocked, I couldn’t bring myself to ask what happened to him, but I could clearly see that his mouth was bending towards the neck.
Seeing the shock on my face, he guessed what I wanted to ask, “Sumeya don’t panic, it is part of God’s plan, its not that serious, I am better. Many people who are in this hospital and I want you to be strong. I have cancer, leukemia”. My whole world was shut down. I felt weak, a sudden cold and then hot tears, but I had to stop. I did not want him feel sick from my shock, and then I decided to put on my fake smile.
I wondered why God did this to me? Why would he want me lonely? I knew cancer was a killer disease. I was angry at everything ,life was meaningless to me. I wept and wept. All my hopes were shattered into pieces.
Time went by, and my brother was keeping well, he was the strongest person I have ever seen. He was happy despite of all that, he told me he will work when he gets back to school and become a better person.
He would build hospital for the people who suffered from cancer. He had a big heart and a great personality.
Well, the disease got worse, the chemo therapy and the radioactive therapy were not working. Finally he requested to have dinner with me at the hospital on Saturday 5th in the year of 2011, and on 6th of Sunday at around 8:20 a.m he was gone and never to be seen again.
I missed him so much, life become impossible for me.
But then I remembered his dream of building a hospital for the poor people who suffer from cancer. Now I want to live for that dream he trusted me with it.
I Love you brother, rest in peace.