Re: Big Mishtake…
mannyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy to list. this one happened day before yesterday:
went to a shopping mall with dad. we were leaving and it was maghrib time. dad wanted to make wuzu so he let me hold the bag containing honey bottle and some other stuff. he was walking towards the washroom when i decided to roam about in the shops nearby so just as i moved towards the shops, something “not so nice” happened and i found myself sitting on the floor 
my legs were all zig zagged and my body all “guch much” i was sooo embarrassed. i dont know how dad came to know but i saw him running back towards me. he asked, “what happened?” i said, “i dont know " i got up and he screeeeeeeeeeeeemmed… “YOU ARE BLEEDING!!!” i was like, " 
huh huh huh, where where where???” he said, “Beti, you are bleeding.” i looked around and the floor was full of my red red bright blood my dad and i were trying to find out where it was coming from cz i had no pain. detected it from the fast drops which were falling on the flooor towards the origin… it was dropping from somewhere around my hand… maybe my wrist… my dad was almost crying. “beti aap ka khoon nikal raha hai. is ko roko. beti ye kya kiya hai.” my attention was distracted from my blood and myself to my father who was sooo nervous… “kahan se nikal raha hai ye khoon.” i looked closely and saw it was my thumb. the glass honey bottle had broken inside the bag and pierced into my thumb. it was swollen and bleeding bad.
people walking past and staring. i saw my dad inquiring people around, “is there any first aid box.” but these stupid looking people had blank faces. we had come to this shopping mall for the first time in search of something. dad was panicking. took out his handkerchief and tied around my wrist and trying to block from tissue papers. the bleeding reduced after a minute. he told me to go to washroom and wash it with cold water. i did. so the bleeding was almost stopped. by the time we reached the car, it was completely okay. i told him i was okay but he wouldnt listen. went to the surgeon. took the x-ray. no glass piece was inside. i thankkkkked God cz last thing i would want to see is “cheer phaar” of my poor hand. the surgeon prescribed soe anti-biotics and the nurse dressed it up and said to open after two days. now im pressing ‘space’ key with my index finger
i know this one wasnt so “embarrassing” but had it on my mind since day before yesterday. my dad is leaving today. he was crying. im feeling so emotional