My left side and my voice were paralyzed. I could not
even get up. My brother
and mother had to go through hell. All of us kept
weeping all the time and
asking why destiny had been so cruel to us. This
experience taught us a lot.
My brother arranged for an attendant, a
physiotherapist and a voice therapist
for me. He also got me a walking stick.
My journey through hell proceeded
further.
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