AuthorsDen.com   Join Free! | Login    
   Popular! Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry
Where Authors and Readers come together!

SIGNED BOOKS    AUTHORS    eBOOKS new!     BOOKS    STORIES    ARTICLES    POETRY    BLOGS    NEWS    EVENTS    VIDEOS    GOLD    SUCCESS    TESTIMONIALS

Featured Authors:  Laurie Conrad, iKen Coleman, iJack Harney, iKen Brosky, iKaylin kaylin@kaylinmcfarren.com, iW. Craig Reed, iPier Tyler, i

  Home > War > Stories
Popular: Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry     

Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

· + Follow Me
· Contact Me
· Sponsor Me!
· Success story
· Books
· Articles
· Poetry
· News
· Stories
· Blog
· 7,838 Titles
· 41,513 Reviews
· Save to My Library
· Share with Friends!
·
Member Since: Before 2003

Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado, click here to update your pages on AuthorsDen.




Featured Book
Half Bath in Your Basement
by al squitieri,sr

Want to add a toilet to your basement but the sewer line is above the toilet connection, or grade level...  
BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members


Books by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
Baby Faizul. (Part Two)
By Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Rated "G" by the Author.

Share    Print  Save   Follow

Recent stories by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
· An Update: Mule Face, May 2014.
· Bonds.
· An Update: Pastor Bruce Bilkey, May 2014.
· Oktavius D'Mariel: Special Needs Parenting 101.
· An Update: Gabrielo Bustamente, May 2014.
· An Update: Blondelle Hawkins, May 2014.
· Anastaysia Hope: Special Needs Parenting 101.
           >> View all 7,357


A little boy caught in war continues to recover from devastating injuries.

No matter what we do, baby Faizul continues to lie there, in his hospital crib, not making a peep.  

Even when we change his bandages/dressings, tighten the bars that hold his shattered remaining leg together, tighten the screws on the cervical traction halo he wears, and treat his burns, he remains silent.

Faizul is not in a coma.  His eyes follow the staff around the room.  He is aware.   

Tears pop out in his eyes, but he refuses to let him fall.  Such a tough little guy ... it's enough to break the spirit of all who tend to him.

I'm beginning to get angry at God for allowing this to happen.  While we from America or any other free nation enjoy the benefits of freedom, other places, like here in Afghanistan, are being torn apart by war.

And for what??? 

The factions/disagreements, unending bloodshed and violence, and hatred ... when's it going to stop?  Seems that the innocent (particularly the elderly, the disabled, and especially the children and babies) suffer the most.

Such as in the case of baby Faizul Mohamed, who turned sixteen months old yesterday.  He's been in the hospital for only a few short months but is in no condition to go home.  He has no family to claim him (his family was killed).  Faizul was the only one who survived.

He faces months of painful treatment/rehabilitation.  It is too soon to tell if he'll live or even fully recover.

I find myself wishing I were back home in Louisiana, with my family.  Enjoying life and not worrying about war.  Not seeing all of the ugliness I've seen.

I joined the Peace Corps, hoping to make a difference in a needy person's life in a far off land, not expecting to have my heart broken over and over again.  What happened to baby Faizul is quickly becoming the straw that broke the camel's back.

It is enough to make me want to put a gun to my head and just end it, so I won't be subjected to any more suffering.  I've already seen enough; God, how much can one person take??

I want to stay and help care for Faizul and hundreds, no, perhaps thousands, of needy people, but my spirit is quickly falling to my toes.  I am beginning to dread each day that comes.  If anything were to happen to Faizul, I don't think I could go on.  He's only a baby: he did not deserve to have one leg blown off (the other, badly wounded), arms broken, spine possibly damaged, and his entire family killed in front of his eyes. 

There's no telling what the child saw or how much he remembered: he hasn't cried or made a sound since coming to our facility.

~To be continued.~


Want to review or comment on this short story?
Click here to login!


Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!


Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen 11/23/2011
Sad story but well told Karen, thank you!!!
In Christs Love
Michelle!
Reviewed by Paul Berube 11/23/2011
Sad, sad tale, Karen.
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 11/23/2011
Karen, this one ripped my heart out. :( Sadness in these lines, not only for Baby Faizul, but for this caregiver. Well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(

Popular War Stories
1. The Prisoner
2. Baby Faizul. (Part Three)

Women at War by Rosemarie Skaine

Women at War presents historical and present-day information on women in combat. Also in ebook:978-0-7864-8173-6..  
BookAds by Silver, Gold and Platinum Members

Offspring of Paradise by Safi Abdi

The military junta that has ruled the land of Somalia with an iron fist since October 21, 1969, has at last succumbed to the evils of its own making. Its policy of divide and rule ..  
BookAds by Silver, Gold and Platinum Members

Authors alphabetically: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Featured Authors | New to AuthorsDen? | Add AuthorsDen to your Site
Share AD with your friends | Need Help? | About us


Problem with this page?   Report it to AuthorsDen
AuthorsDen, Inc. All rights reserved.