Hope: A feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen.
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Hope.
What is hope?
It's like a little sparkle that ignites our souls. It's that feeling deep inside that keeps us going, when things get tough. It's the belief that better days are ahead, that dreams can come true and that anything is possible.
Hope is like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, filling our hearts with warmth and optimism. It's that little voice inside of us that whispers 'Don't give up'. It's like a magical potion that fills our heart with endless possibilities.
A flicker of light in the midst of darkness, reminding us that there's always a chance for things to get better. A beacon of positivity that guides us through life's ups and downs.
It fuels our dreams and inspires us to keep pushing forward and most importantly reminds us that miracles can happen.
But hope can also be deceiving, right?
Yes, sometimes hope can feel like a big fat lie. It's true that it could lead to disappointments when things don't turn out as we hoped. It can feel like a cruel tease, making us believe in something that might never come true.
That feeling of believing in something, only to have it crushed in front of our eyes. It can be
heartbreaking and make us question things.
But, here's the thing, hope isn't about guarantees or promises. It's all about feeling strength within ourselves, even when things don't go as planned:
It's about embracing the uncertainty and still believing that something good can come out of it.
So yeah, hope can be a tricky thing, but it's also what keeps us going when everything else seems to fall apart. And always remember, hope is the only thing stronger than fear.
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Right now hope was the only thing keeping Jason sane. It has been two days since Lily went into a coma, yet she is not getting better and the doctors can do nothing to help her.
It's like the battle is now between her and cancer. Either her body manages to keep fighting or it will give up to its fate.
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I was Eleven years old when my cousin and friend were diagnosed with cancer in her right knee. I was too young to fully comprehend what was going on, but I knew that cancer was one of the most difficult illnesses to go through.
My cousin, Amal, was fourteen when she started complaining about a pain in her knee. It happened a couple of times until one day the ball hit her knee and she started crying from pain because it had become unbearable.
Her parents took her to the doctor and that was the day she was diagnosed with cancer, yet her parents didn't tell her what's wrong at first. They tried to hide from her as long as possible.
I remember that she was admitted into the Hospital that was three hours away from where we lived so that she could get the best treatment. Eventually she had to drop out of school and had to undergo chemotherapy.
I don't really remember how she got to know she had cancer. But I remember that every weekend she would come back home from the hospital, which as I mentioned is three hours ago, and spend the weekend with us.
One time she just reached home from the hospital when they noticed that her toe was red and infected because she cut her toenails and the shoes were tight on her. So they had to go all the way back to the hospital and she broke down in tears and her dad took this way too hard, too.
I think that was the day they told her she has cancer, but I am not sure. She was such a kind hearted person and she honestly felt like she didn't belong here.
She was so kind and sweet and always had this wonderful imagination and I don't know if she just truly felt like she belonged somewhere better than earth.
They decided to take her to Australia to get better treatment there. From what I remember they said that there's a new treatment that is promising and that there's hope for her to get better.
On Sunday, 13/ 3/ 2013Â I was watching TV with my siblings when I saw my dad and mom entering the room with bloodshot eyes. I didn't think of it much and I asked my mom " Are you sick? Do you have the flu?"
My dad said" What flu? Amal died, turn off the Tv and go pray for her". I was so shocked I couldn't comprehend what I heard , not a single tear went down because I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it.
I remember I started praying please God let this be a mistake let her somehow , by any miracle be alive and okay. But it was too late....
She died on Sunday, but three days before she was in a coma. The doctors said that the medicine broke down in her body and that there's no hope for her anymore and that was her last three days.
Even though she was in a coma, she still could hear what was good around her. Her siblings who were in the other half of the world called and talked to her and a single tear slipped down her face as they said their goodbyes.
That's the only response from her, a single tear.
Amal was loved by everyone, and that day I saw my family from the youngest to the oldest crying their hearts out like a small baby crying for his mother.
Her mother said that the moment she died her face was so bright like it radiated as the bright snow in the darkness of the night. It took three days for her body to be brought back from Australia and the day she arrived is printed in my memory.
I was patiently waiting for them to arrive and when I spotted the ambulance from a distance I ran downstairs and all I could see was so many people around, the whole town was here for the funeral.
I wasn't crying that day, I was still young and I had my little brother with me and I couldn't find my mom in the midst of all these people. I was so short to even get a look at my cousins body and my cousins who were standing next to me but tall enough started crying and yet I couldn't.
I saw her sister crying her heart out on my other cousin's shoulder. And my heart slowly sank down every time I saw someone I know tearing down.
One of the women from our town that I always visited, she also died of breast cancer a few years after, she saw me and took my brother from me then pushed me inside so that I could say my goodbye to my friend.
My mind was not ready to see what I saw. My uncle saw me between the crowds and grabbed me towards the coffin and there I found my mom standing next to it and crying.
She asked me where I had been and I was focused on her until she told me to look at my cousin and I did.
The moment my eyes landed on her my heart seemed like it stopped and my tears suddenly outta nowhere started running down my face just by a glance to her still body.
She was so white and looked so pure. Her hands were crossed over her chest and her ocean blue eyes were closed. Oh how I wished she would open then and tell us it's one of her pranks and laugh one of her beautiful laughters in my face.
But she didn't, she was unmoving and I was too. That scene will forever be in my mind, that cry I cried will forever be the worst. That day was the day I woke up to how cruel this world is, yet I know she is in a better place now.
And one day Insha Allah we will be reunited in heaven.
I remember for the next few days I pretended to be sick so that I could skip school, because I mentally wasn't prepared to move on with life. I remember the funeral that lasted for three days, I remember the people coming and leaving, I remember how my whole family came back to Lebanon for her funeral and then left.
I remember my uncle telling me not to be sad and that she's in a better place now. I remember so many bad things that happened after her death, but I also saw things that reminded me of this verse " And perhaps you hate something, but it has good in it for you . And perhaps you love something, but it is bad for you".
Everytime I look up at the moon I remember her. As kids we used to imagine that we're fairies and have super powers. Her sign was the moon and mine was the clouds and that's why I remember her every time I look up at it and that's why I love clouds.
To whomever lost a dear person, I hope you reunite with them in heaven and may their souls rest in peace.
(Sorry this wasn't an actual chapter, but I wanted to share this story with you and show you what inspired me to write this book. And maybe see the similarities between the actual events and the book events)
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