When a child is born with a rare disorder,
That can’t be cured and is carried till death,
My Lord! I raise my eyes to your high skies,
Why you spring such a painful flower?
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My Lord! I raise my eyes to your high skies, Why you spring such a painful flower? Hope we shall meet one day, And see you as a beautiful piece! Your compassion for humanity reveals in these lines. A great literary piece of work.
First of all let me thank you for sharing this information in such a detailed way! This girl's case had been reported in the news, but didn't know that she died! Such anomaly of creation happens once in a while...! Why it happens... none can explain! Heyley seems to have taken her disease stoically! That alone helped her have the courage and goodwill to spread awareness among the public about her condition! Thank you Akhtarji!
A beautiful and informative write on rare disease. My Lord! I raise my eyes to your high skies, Why you spring such a painful flower? Very true said...Every ethics has a funny reply....no explanation for this rare disease. Loved the way you presented it so well.