Can a comma person hear us? On TV, especially dramas, people are encouraged to talk to their loved ones who are in a state of comma with the hope of a reaction: a squeeze of hand, a few tears or a magical awakening.I didn't buy that. Well, at least not until I've experienced it myself.
I came to the hospital pretty late that evening. There were at least five doctors 'fixing' my Mom's condition after what was assumed as another stroke. It was Tuesday. After that unsuccessful efforts, my Mom was announced as in a state of comma. My sis knew what the verdict was : death. Apparently the doctors discussed about the attack using their own language which my sis understood.
We wait. And wait.... This kind of waiting is very tiring indeed....
On Thursday morning, I read the Qoran in the aquarium-like ICU room where my Mom was. People kept on telling me just to read the short verses like 'Allahuakbar' or 'Subhanallah', instead I read Al Fatihah over and over again. Dad was there, too. While I was reading, he asked for a few pieces of tissue paper. I was surprised and asked him why. He didn't answer. He squeezed the paper into a small ball and started to wipe the tears from Mom's cheek. They are quite a lot because the tissue paper then turned soggy. Could it mean that she heard me? I wasn't sure yet.
On Friday, this time I was alone in the ICU room and I was looking at her. I tried to remember the last days we had had, especially the afternoon before she got her stroke. She was singing along with the people on TV and I was sitting next to her. My head was on her left shoulder. It was a karaoke show and she loved it. That day the song was 'Rangkaian Melati" (now you know why I grow jasmine....). She enjoyed herself very much and didn't bother to pay attention to the surroundings. In that room, I suddenly felt the need to prove something to myself. I quietly closed the door of the ICU room and I started singing that same song to her. This time she didn't cry. It was the machine which showed me her reaction: the blood pressure was a bit higher and the frequency of her breathing fastened for a few seconds. I couldn't finish the song as tears made my cheeks wet and I had problems controlling my singing. But one thing was sure: She could hear me.... She indeed could....
After what happened, I started talking to her. I asked for her forgiveness and I told her not to worry about my sis and the family. I read her the verses in Qoran. I read to her almost everyday till the time just before she died. It was on Sunday.
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