Afifa Adnan, 4-C
When I started Grade IV, I was very happy and excited because I had many goals. I wanted to become a high achiever, attend school regularly, and participate in competitions, sports, debates, spelling competitions, and other school activities. During the first week of school, I was at home doing my homework. I was sitting on a chair and was about to jump onto my bed when suddenly I fell from the chair and hurt my arm. My family quickly rushed me to the hospital emergency. After an examination, I found out that I had a fracture. I was very upset. The doctor put a plaster on my arm and told me that I could not go to school for five days.
I missed my school very much. I missed my teachers, friends, activities, and even the school ground. I felt sad when I saw my two brothers going to school while I had to stay at home. However, I was thankful that the fracture was in my left hand, so I could still do my schoolwork with my right hand. After a few days, my mother went to school and asked my Head for permission to let me attend school. She kindly allowed me to come. For the next two weeks, I went to school regularly. I did not feel like an odd one out because my teachers and classmates supported me. I was able to complete my work and participate in class activities. After three weeks, my parents took me back to the hospital. The doctor was happy with my recovery, although my arm still had limited movement. We then visited a physiotherapist, who gave me exercises and taught me how to do them at home. Slowly, my arm started moving better. During this time, my school had activities such as Kids’ Athletics. Unfortunately, I could not participate because of my fracture. I felt a little sad, but I did not become disappointed because I reminded myself that “this is not the end of life”. I knew I would have many more opportunities in the future.
Throughout my recovery, many people supported me. I am especially thankful to Nasir Uncle, who regularly helped me carry my bag upstairs. I am also thankful to my teachers, especially Miss Durria, and my friends Zoya, Hafsa, Anabia, and Inaya, who helped me with different tasks in class. I am still recovering, and I pray to Allah to heal my arm completely. This journey has taught me important lessons about patience, strength, mindfulness, and recovery. I have learned to move with care and focus and to stay positive during difficult times. Most importantly, I learned that challenges can make us stronger and wiser. My fracture was not only an injury; it became a valuable lesson in courage, patience, and gratitude.