أن تكون بجوار والدك أو والدتك وهم على الأسرّة البيضاء ليس فيه فضل ولا منة بل هو أعظم شرف يمنحه الله للإنسان ولحظة بر صادقة يذوب فيها التعب وتغيب معها المشقة وتبقى نعمة القرب عند أقدامهم نستمد منها السكينة ونقترب من وجوههم المضيئة بالرحمة رغم تعب السنين
في تلك الأروقة، حيث تصطف الأجهزة وتملأ المكان بأصواتها، يزداد إحساسنا بواجب الدعاء والرجاء أن يلطف الله بآبائنا وأمهاتنا ويشفيهم بقدرته ويعيدهم إلى بيوتهم كما كانوا أعمدة للبيوت وركائز للمجتمع ومصدرا للحب والعطاء لا ينقطع، فقد كانوا وما زالوا مدرسة نتعلم منها الصبر والرحمة ودفء الكلمة الصادقة.
مشهد الكبار على أجهزة التنفس يوجع القلب لكنه يفتح باب التأمل في عظمة عطائهم وكيف ظلوا على مدى سنوات حياتهم حصنا للعائلة وسندا للأبناء ووجوها لا يبهتها المرض ولا يطفئ نورها الوهن، وبين دمعة خفية وتنهيدة صامتة يتجدد الأمل أن يكون الشفاء قريبا وأن يبدل الله أيامهم هذه صحة وعافية وراحة تعيد إليهم ابتساماتهم التي اشتقنا إليها.
ووسط هذه اللحظات يظل الامتنان كبيرا للدولة التي جعلت رعاية كبار السن أولوية وهيأت لهم المراكز والخدمات التي تصون كرامتهم وتخفف عن أبنائهم وطأة القلق، فنحن نرى في هذه الرعاية صورة من صور الوفاء التي تعكس حرص القيادة على الإنسان في أضعف مراحله وأكثرها حاجة للعناية.
إنها رحلة ألم لكنها قبل ذلك رحلة وفاء يعلمنا فيها الكبار الصبر والرضا ويمنحونا فرصة نادرة لرد بعض الجميل بالجلوس عند أقدامهم والدعاء لهم والتمسك برجاء الله أن يعيدهم كما كانوا بهجة للبيوت وملاذا للأبناء.
أخيرا..
ندرك أن الدعاء لهم هو ما يخفف عنهم ثقل الأجهزة والأنابيب وأن وجودنا بقربهم على الأسرّة البيضاء ليس واجبا فقط بل حياة نعيد بها إلى قلوبهم شيئا من الأمل، فهم لم يغيبوا عن المشهد يوما ولم يتوقف عطاؤهم، بل غيبتهم قسوة المرض وما زالوا في أعيننا قادة وملاذا وحنانا لا ينتهي.
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To be by your father or mother’s side while they are on white beds is not a favor or a grace; rather, it is the greatest honor that God grants to a person and a moment of sincere kindness where fatigue melts away, hardship disappears, and the blessing of being close to them remains, from which we draw tranquility and approach their faces illuminated with mercy despite the weariness of the years.
In those corridors, where machines line up and fill the space with their sounds, our sense of duty to pray and hope increases that God may be gentle with our fathers and mothers, heal them with His power, and return them to their homes as they were pillars of the household, cornerstones of society, and a source of love and endless giving. They have been, and still are, a school from which we learn patience, mercy, and the warmth of a sincere word.
The sight of the elderly on breathing machines pains the heart, but it opens the door to contemplation of the greatness of their giving and how they have remained, throughout their lives, a fortress for the family, a support for the children, and faces that illness does not dim nor weakness extinguish their light. Amidst a hidden tear and a silent sigh, hope renews that healing may be near and that God may transform their days of suffering into health, wellness, and comfort that restores their smiles we long for.
In the midst of these moments, gratitude remains immense for the state that has made caring for the elderly a priority and has provided them with centers and services that preserve their dignity and ease the burden of anxiety for their children. We see in this care a reflection of loyalty that demonstrates the leadership's concern for people in their weakest and most needy stages of care.
It is a journey of pain, but before that, it is a journey of loyalty where the elderly teach us patience and contentment and grant us a rare opportunity to repay some of the kindness by sitting at their feet, praying for them, and holding onto the hope that God may restore them as a joy to the homes and a refuge for the children.
Finally..
We realize that praying for them is what alleviates the weight of machines and tubes, and that our presence beside them on white beds is not just an obligation but a life that brings back a bit of hope to their hearts. They have never been absent from the scene, nor has their giving stopped; rather, it is the cruelty of illness that has obscured them, and they remain in our eyes as leaders, a refuge, and an endless tenderness.
In those corridors, where machines line up and fill the space with their sounds, our sense of duty to pray and hope increases that God may be gentle with our fathers and mothers, heal them with His power, and return them to their homes as they were pillars of the household, cornerstones of society, and a source of love and endless giving. They have been, and still are, a school from which we learn patience, mercy, and the warmth of a sincere word.
The sight of the elderly on breathing machines pains the heart, but it opens the door to contemplation of the greatness of their giving and how they have remained, throughout their lives, a fortress for the family, a support for the children, and faces that illness does not dim nor weakness extinguish their light. Amidst a hidden tear and a silent sigh, hope renews that healing may be near and that God may transform their days of suffering into health, wellness, and comfort that restores their smiles we long for.
In the midst of these moments, gratitude remains immense for the state that has made caring for the elderly a priority and has provided them with centers and services that preserve their dignity and ease the burden of anxiety for their children. We see in this care a reflection of loyalty that demonstrates the leadership's concern for people in their weakest and most needy stages of care.
It is a journey of pain, but before that, it is a journey of loyalty where the elderly teach us patience and contentment and grant us a rare opportunity to repay some of the kindness by sitting at their feet, praying for them, and holding onto the hope that God may restore them as a joy to the homes and a refuge for the children.
Finally..
We realize that praying for them is what alleviates the weight of machines and tubes, and that our presence beside them on white beds is not just an obligation but a life that brings back a bit of hope to their hearts. They have never been absent from the scene, nor has their giving stopped; rather, it is the cruelty of illness that has obscured them, and they remain in our eyes as leaders, a refuge, and an endless tenderness.


