Fw: A Mother's Love Story Wen Chuan Earthquake

[Hajar Mohamed]

----- Forwarded by Hajar Mohamed/PAHANG/UiTM on 05/29/2008 10:54 AM -----

Sa'diah Sahat/PAHANG/UiTM 05/28/2008 03:51 PM

To Pensyarah Pahang cc Subject Fw: A Mother's Love  Story Wen Chuan Earthquake

                            There were so many touching stories from the Wen
                        Chuan earthquake.  I cried so many times watching
                        the news coverage in the past week.  But this
                        forward from a friend has to rank as one of the
                        most touching.  As a salut to this mom,  I have
                        translated the original into English, so my
                        non-Chinese-speaking friends could read it, and
                        pass it around, too.  It's a story that should not
                        stay only within the Chinese community.
                        Violet

                        When rescuers found her, she was already dead,
                        crushed by the collapsed house.  Through gaps in
                        the rubbles, they could see her posture.

                        Kneeling on both knees, her entire upper body bent
                        forward, held up by her two hands pressed against
                        the ground, as if performing the ceremonial bow in
                        an ancient ritual.  Except, her body had been
                        compressed out of shape and looked somewhat eerie.

                        A rescuer extended his hand through a gap and
                        confirmed her death.  He called out to her, and
                        tapped on the bricks with his shaft, but received
                        no response.

                        As the team walked toward next building, the squad
                        leader suddenly turned back, yelling as he ran,
                        "Come quick!"  He came to her remain, labored to
                        maneuver his hand under her body, searching.

                        He called out following some rummaging, "There's
                        someone, a child, still alive."

                        With some effort, rescuers carefully removed the
                        debris burying her, found her child lying beneath
                        her, bundled in a little red blanket decorated
                        with yellow flower prints.  He was about 3-4
                        months old.

                        Shielded by his mother's body , he was totally
                        unharmed, sleeping peacefully as he was brought
                        out.  His soundly asleep face warmed the hearts of
                        all rescuers on the scene.

                        As the rescue team's doctor unbundled the blanket
                        to examine the baby, he discovered a mobile phone
                        tucked into the blanket. He subconsciously looked
                        at the display, found there was a SMS message.


                        "My Dear Baby, If you were to stay alive, you must
                        remember that I love you."  No stranger to the
                        pain and sorrow brought by death, the doctor
                        nonetheless wept at this moment.  The cell phone
                        was passed around, every person who read the
                        message wept.


                        Attached is a photo of the baby.






(See attached file: 7989965_13494443.jpg)