Covid: The Reason Of My Destruction
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My name is Shazia, I am 24 and I am a medical student. I am a single sister of two brothers and both are younger than me.
If I see a few days back, my house was full of joy and happiness, my father was a wood businessman and my mother was a housewife. It was a very happy life. Nothing we lacked and indeed mother and father fulfilled all our dreams and desires. I had never thought that this happily existing life would suddenly destroy and we and our world would be so dark.
Before a week beginning Ramadan, my father became the victim of this Covid, and very soon this virus took all of us under its attack. We all members of the family tested positive. It was the second fasting of Ramadan Kareem when my father left us and said goodbye to this world. He had a severe problem with his breathing and within the next eight days of this incident, my mother and brother also left us. All the hospitals were full, no options were available to avail for my father, mother, and brother.
Now today, the only living persons in my family are me and my younger brother. What will happen tomorrow, no one knows.
Delhi city has been imposed with curfews and people are restricted to go outside unpurposely. Everywhere the deaths have spread their wings and every house is ready with the dead body and people with upset faces. The spaces are not sufficient to burn and bury the dead bodies. The funeral ceremonies are being done very silently where even the relatives are not attending.
It's a doomsday scenario where people are crying, shouting, and agonizing. It seems that the country has restrictions on everything except crying, shouting, and agonizing. The government made it too late to aware and solve the situation. People didn't take this pandemic seriously and aftermath we all are bearing its dire consequences. The people who used to say this Covid pandemic as drama are now afraid of uttering a single word. They are in the queues for the funeral of the dead bodies of their relatives.
Zishan Bhai, this story isn't my story only but this is becoming the story of every house.
At the beginning of this Covid pandemic, my father used to say 'all these are false dramas'. I wish my father would not have such thoughts, he would have stopped/avoided meeting people, maybe today he would be alive. I request to the people who are taking this pandemic as fun, please don't do that, be serious and it is a reality we need to accept. "