entry #3
Yesterday was one of the scariest days of my life, a day that started out like any other. It was around 8:30 AM when I left my home in Niketan, heading to the gym in Gulshan 1. The morning air felt calm, and I was just about to make a left turn onto Gulshan Avenue near Herfy when everything changed in an instant.
Without warning, a pickup van came barreling from behind and hit me. The impact was so forceful, I was sent sprawling to the ground. It all happened so fast. I remember the sharp, searing pain in my elbow as it dislocated, followed by the sickening sound of breaking glass—first from my bike, then my own glasses. My knees, shoulder, and head were bruised, but the thing that truly rattled me was how narrowly I missed being run over by a passing car. It sped past, so close I could feel the rush of air. In that moment, I honestly thought my time had come.
As I lay there, dazed and in pain, people began rushing to my aid. I was too stunned to fully process what was happening, but I managed to call Zaber, my best friend. He was there in just 10 minutes, a blur of urgency and care. Then I called Lina Apa, who’s always been a lifeline when things go wrong. Thanks to her connections, we were quickly on our way to the hospital.
At the hospital, the doctors worked quickly. I was given three injections—painkillers and local anesthesia—that helped dull the pain. They were able to relocate my elbow, and the relief was immediate. I’ve got my arm in a sling now, and I’ve been told to keep it there for at least 15 days. Complete rest is essential, and after that, I’ll need another X-ray. The doctor assured me that everything should heal fine, and for that, I’m incredibly thankful.
What I’m most thankful for, though, are the people who surrounded me with love and support. Zaber and his wife Shamma were amazing. They not only made sure I had meals three times a day, but they also managed my medication schedule. I truly don’t know what I would have done without them. My colleague Lina Apa was equally incredible, taking charge of getting me the best care. And then there was Naureen and Nasser, who came by as soon as they could with a bouquet. Even Mahdi, who was fighting off a cold and fever, made the effort to visit. Each of them showed me kindness when I needed it most.
I can’t express enough how grateful I am for all of them. It could have gone so much worse, but I’m here, alive and recovering. I believe Allah saved me, and for that, I’m forever thankful.
Since I’ve been home, the outpouring of messages and calls has been overwhelming. So many people checking in, making sure I’m okay. It’s a bit much, but I appreciate every single one of them. Recovery will be slow, but I’m confident I’ll be fine. I’m just taking it one day at a time.
Right now, I’m still in a bit of shock, but the truth is—I’m lucky to be alive.
08.12.2024