by Nida Fatima (An author living in India)
Today it’s been 10 years since my brother Farooqui’s death. Although it’s been a long time, I have not forgotten him. It’s so painful to remember his last moment. Because I was the only one of the family who was with him, taking care of him.
He lived with major depression and attempted suicide many times. But every time he survived because I was keeping an eye on him every single minute.
Because he was spiritually bonded with, he always shared his ups and downs with me in the last years before his death. My family was so irritated by him that which was so different from the love and attention he was getting from the family before he became depressed.
So, as I was taking care of him and keeping an eye on him every time because I suffered from the same mental illness.
It was a Wednesday and I don’t know how I got distracted. And he attempted suicide. That day his pain was so intense. I can’t ever forget his discomfort. I prayed to God to let his spirit free from his body.
The whole night I cried and prayed to God The next morning on Thursday he died in the hospital.
I will never forget that Thursday, June 12 when he died. My family sometimes memorializes him on the 12th of June but I cry every Wednesday on the 11th of June. In fact, I remembered the clothes of mine which I was wearing that day because he vomited on me due to the lethal poison. It’s very heart-wrenching. Love you, my brother…