الهاشمي لعاملي
26-03-2005, 03:58 PM
This is a true story written by my cousin...
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On the 25th of May, when the Israeli forces withdrew from Southern Lebanon, it didn’t pull out its jeopardy completely, but left the lethal seeds of landmines/UXO implanted in our fields threatening our usual way of life, and causing many civilian casualties. I was one of many victims who suffered either death or disability, and this is my story.
It was a nice clear winter day, on February the 2nd, when I decided to go hunting with some fellows. And like the hunters, each took a route into the woods to meet afterwards. But unfortunately I lost my way and found myself in the middle of a mine field without any precautious signs, except one serious sign, a mine!!! I was taken by surprise for the fierce scene of the mine waiting for its prey… I decided to go back, but I fell in the snare of another landmine and became his inevitable prey. I fell on the ground and started yelling and calling my friends, but they were far away, so again I was in the middle of two bitter choices, either bleeding to death, or passing out and eventually die. So I realized that the best way to overcome the two obstacles was crawling out the mine field, with the prior recognition of its hazards, but I had to risk because my life was on the stake. When I made it, my friends and others arrived to the scene and they carried me to the treatment center where I received a simple first aid, then carried again to a far better hospital in the city of Sidon where I had a surgery and my instep was amputated.
At that very night, I was encircled by horrendous and devastating nightmares. Rewinding the scene of the accident and shocked by the fact that I will never be normal again, and thinking that my life and my future have come to end. But my family and friends who were beside me, strengthened and raised my morale saying that I am not the first one to suffer, and it is not the end of the world.
I managed to adapt quickly to the vague status motivated by a rigid conviction that I should not end here, and I should keep on for self esteem. So I participated in welfare association concerned in rehabilitating disabled personnel. This association helped me in leg- prosthesis, and I became almost normal. This attained me to participate in many sportive and educational activities inside and outside Lebanon.
In conclusion, although I lost a part of my body, but on the other hand I gained a strong firm will, desire, and conviction in the importance of helping others by telling my story as a model for prevailing in the war against disability.
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On the 25th of May, when the Israeli forces withdrew from Southern Lebanon, it didn’t pull out its jeopardy completely, but left the lethal seeds of landmines/UXO implanted in our fields threatening our usual way of life, and causing many civilian casualties. I was one of many victims who suffered either death or disability, and this is my story.
It was a nice clear winter day, on February the 2nd, when I decided to go hunting with some fellows. And like the hunters, each took a route into the woods to meet afterwards. But unfortunately I lost my way and found myself in the middle of a mine field without any precautious signs, except one serious sign, a mine!!! I was taken by surprise for the fierce scene of the mine waiting for its prey… I decided to go back, but I fell in the snare of another landmine and became his inevitable prey. I fell on the ground and started yelling and calling my friends, but they were far away, so again I was in the middle of two bitter choices, either bleeding to death, or passing out and eventually die. So I realized that the best way to overcome the two obstacles was crawling out the mine field, with the prior recognition of its hazards, but I had to risk because my life was on the stake. When I made it, my friends and others arrived to the scene and they carried me to the treatment center where I received a simple first aid, then carried again to a far better hospital in the city of Sidon where I had a surgery and my instep was amputated.
At that very night, I was encircled by horrendous and devastating nightmares. Rewinding the scene of the accident and shocked by the fact that I will never be normal again, and thinking that my life and my future have come to end. But my family and friends who were beside me, strengthened and raised my morale saying that I am not the first one to suffer, and it is not the end of the world.
I managed to adapt quickly to the vague status motivated by a rigid conviction that I should not end here, and I should keep on for self esteem. So I participated in welfare association concerned in rehabilitating disabled personnel. This association helped me in leg- prosthesis, and I became almost normal. This attained me to participate in many sportive and educational activities inside and outside Lebanon.
In conclusion, although I lost a part of my body, but on the other hand I gained a strong firm will, desire, and conviction in the importance of helping others by telling my story as a model for prevailing in the war against disability.