This poem was written in 2007 on uncle Nasrullah and his fiance’. Our dear uncle Nasrullah was a pilot in PAF when he had a car accident in Algeria at the age of 26 in around 1982. He was very handsome. Unfortunately after the accident, he became a paraplegic. He then broke off his engagement so his fiancé’s life wouldn’t be affected by his disability. He didn’t want to be a burden on his family so he opted to live in a hospital room. He spent almost 30 long years on a bed in one room and gradually his condition worsened. His sister had nicely decorated his room with a big saying ‘so what!’. Ultimately his whole body got paralyzed and he developed an allergy because of which he couldn’t be taken outdoors at all. Inspite of the circumstances, he was always jovial and full of life. He had a voice recognition software in his computer with him and spent his time reading, writing and sending emails. He wrote for ‘The Review’ also. He is the bravest person I have known. He passed away in 2008. May Allah bless his soul. Ameen.