Turkey's Death

Turkey's Death

       Human beings are full of emotions. These emotions can be held within in many situations no matter how rough these situations are; however, some others cannot be held within in many situations. In 2010, I lost my cousin in a serious car accident, and when that incident happened, I could not hide my emotions from anybody; on the contrary, I cried and cried until my eyes dried, and that is how hard the incident was. Therefore, that incident has not just exposed my emotions; it has also gotten me closer to my aunt and my cousin Suliman, who is Turkey’s older brother.

       It was around 7:00PM when we gathered together to have a dinner in my parents’ resort home, and Turkey was with us. We had such a delicious dinner, and then we had dessert that Turkey brought with him. He gave everybody some of that delicious dessert. Meantime, we were watching TV and having a fabulous time together talking, laughing, and enjoying being together. After all of this, Turkey told us that he was going to leave to meet his friends, so he gave them a ride in his new car that his mother just bought.

        A few hours later, everybody went outside to the field to play volleyball and left their phones around me while I was watching the TV.  I could hear them screaming at each other. Suddenly, Suliman's phone start ringing, ringing, and ringing. It was his older brother; I did not answer, but he kept calling, so I decided to answer; and I wish I had not.

     “Suliman?”

     “No, this is Hisham, Suliman is playing outside.”

    “Tell him that Turkey just had an accident with two of your cousins and their friend.”

I was shocked when he told me; I did not know what to do or how to tell Suliman. Later, I called him and told him that we ought to go to the hospital right now. As soon as we arrived to the hospital, I felt that there was something keeping me from entering the emergency room, and my feet could not hold me. Finally, I gathered my courage and entered to the emergency room where my cousins were. The room was packed, and everybody was trying to find out what had happened to him since the other passengers, who were with him in the car, had only minor injuries. Since the room was packed, I had to walk among everybody to get the nurse and ask her about the situation.

“I am here for Turkey he was just brought here.”

 “Yes,” said the nurse, “he is inside the resuscitation room, and the doctors are doing their job in order to stop the bleeding.”

“Is he going to be alright?

“We do not know yet, but let's hope that.”

     While he was inside the room, we were outside hoping and praying that he would get well. As we were praying, the resuscitation's door opened and the doctor came out. “He is in a coma. Now they are going to take him to the intensive care room everybody should leave, and we will contact his father if anything occurs," Said the doctor. Then, we saw that moving bed being pushed through us heading to the intensive care room. Everybody left except for me I could not leave, I did not want to leave, all what I wanted was to see him. Consequently, I asked the nurse for permission to see him, so let me. I entered the intensive care room. It was very quiet room, and was dimmed lights, was full of patients, and the nurses were walking around checking on them. Furthermore, when I entered there I could feel the sadness, hear the devices beeping, and smell medications. I looked around in order to find him, and I saw him. He was

on that bed surrounded by many devices, and his left arm was wrapped to his chest because he had a bruise on his elbow. He was also breathing by a respirator, and a tube was hooked up to his throat.

When I saw that, I could not hold my tears I put my hand on his head and talked to him "He might be listening to you now, but I do not think he can talk to you. “He is in a coma." The nurse said. I tried to spend as much time as I could staring at his peaceful and smiley face, and then I left that room. He had to be transferred to an advanced hospital in order to have better care, and he was put in another intensive care room. At that time, I was visiting him every day and spent some time sitting next to his bed. Asked the nurses if he had gotten better, but the answer was always no, he had not. After five days, and while I was sleeping in the house, I received a call from my sister.

“Have you been told?

 “About what?”

 “Turkey has been announced dead.”

It was a strong shock that made me jump out of the bed and act like a mad. As I said, sometimes a person has to expose his or her emotions and that what happened. I locked myself in my room and started crying like a baby, and remembering every moment that we had together. The next day, I went to the mosque to take a last look at that wonderful, amazing, and tolerant face before taking the body to the cemetery and buried him. Again, I could not stop crying when I saw him being covered and carried to the cemetery.

All in all, every year on the same day which he passed away, I remember him. I remember that sense of humor that he had, and when I remember that, I just smile. He had extremely gorgeous soul. To sum up, because of his beautiful character, and his personality that everybody loved, I had to show my emotions in front of all people who were at the cemetery. I will be remembering and he will never be forgotten.