The day was meant to be bright, for the sun beams danced everywhere; around trees, gleeful birds, flowers but not in the human minds. I held a deep sigh above the shoulders of my Tamil friend, Jeliththa. She was my neighbour and also my best friend. But our families and the outer world were a halt in between our friendship. But almost every day we succeeded in finding few minutes for a chat along such difficulties. We were dreaming about a free nation, lands of peace and a united Sri Lanka where we could build mountains of great friendship that would last throughout lifetimes. But all the while what it mattered was her race. Since she was Tamil and I was Sinhalese, there were endless hardships that led us to despair. When she was very young, her brother was taken in to LTTE by force, when they were settling in Jaffna. It had been a great downfall in Jeliththa’s life. Then only they had come to settle down in our neighbourhood. But even today the people in our neighbourhood are against them and none of them spoke with each other. And now another trouble is heading way towards us. Jeliththa’s father was getting ill and it was worsening day by day. It’s another burden to Jeliththa and me. I comforted her, but she was sobbing clung to me shoulders. She has no other person to cope her grief with. I waited silently till her grief soothed. What is really the cause of his illness? Why can’t he go and meet the doctors for treatments? He was not willing to get treatments from the Sinhalese doctors and there were also certain problems with money. Suddenly there was my name being called by my mother and it was time to depart. I told her not to worry; it was all what I could tell to comfort her. What else could a teenager like me do, to bring peace to our families?
That night we were all dining together and I was not in proper mood. My mother asked what was bothering me and I told her, but it was nothing that mattered to her and she was giving her usual chanting, not to meet Jeliththa. I was listening silently and finally went to bed even without meal. And the following day was a terrible day to my family. We were all up in the morning and my father had gone for weeding outside by the fence. After an hour or so, my mother came in screaming that father’s fallen unconscious when she had gone out to take him tea. We were alarmed and my father was taken to the nearest hospital immediately. We were waiting outside the ICU waiting for the doctor, curious to know what happened to my father in a sudden. The doctor came and we were shocked to know that my father was bitten by a serpent and that he needs blood. And the troublesome situation was that the blood group of my father was ‘O – negative’ which was rare. None of my family members was having that blood group and we were to find out a person who is willing to donate that particular blood to my father.
It was the matter of time we were lacking and the results were worsening. I met Jeliththa that evening and told her what happened. And suddenly she said that her father was having the same blood group. There was no time left for another thought and we both ran to our homes to tell the news. But my mother was against it and she refused it at once. Jeliththa came that late evening with an excited mood. Her father had given his will to donate blood and it was such good news, but how could I change my mother’s mind?
That night we went to visit my father and his wounds were getting worse and the doctor said that the blood has to be given within 24 hours for survival. We were all so desperate. There was no time to waste. I reported Jeliththa the news and she came with her father to speak with my mother. My mother was halfway unconscious and she was not aware of what to be done. Jeliththa’s father too looked weak, but his voice had the humble tone of helping my father, though there were conflictions between him and my father. We all went to hospital that very moment, along with Jeliththa’s family. Both our fathers were together; Jeliththa’s father to donate blood and my father to get healed. We were so anxious being outside and none of us spoke with Jeliththa’s family as our hearts were pounding with trembled thoughts.
Hours passed and the doctor approached us with a smile to announce the successful blood donation. He spoke with Jeliththa’s family and appreciated their attempt being Tamils. Within a few minutes we were allowed to visit our fathers. There lay my father on bed being well and we told him about the blood donation. He was astonished to hear the news and he together with my mother felt so guilt at their hearts for the way they treated Jeliththa’s family from the start. They apologized Jeliththa’s father and he gave back a meek smile in return.
Within the next few days my father was home in good condition. But Jetliththa’s father was not fine. As I told my father about the situation, he worked out all expenses for the sickness of Jeliththa’s father which was latterly found out to be high blood pressure. Both our families were bound with blood from that day on and we were quite good neighbours. The race was none it mattered and Jeliththa and I succeeded in bringing peace to the two of our families. But the society and the country are still left to be healed. We may be children that may never involve in bringing peace in between nations of the country, but there’s a responsibility that all we children are bound to fulfill, in this peace process. It’s to bring a peaceful nature between our families. You may feel it’s impossible, but with hope you’ll learn it’s possible. A family leads to the society or the country and as long as these families are united with peace, so do the society and the country. So let us get together hand in hand as communicators to promote peace in the country giving start from our own families.
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