“Khatun met Kassamali at a party and got married a few months later. After one year she was pregnant. She would come home and play with you when you were a baby. She was saying she hoped that her baby would be as healthy as you. She was so terrified of childbirth.”
“But it did go wrong, didn’t it?”
”Yes, they forgot something in her stomach.”
“Oh no …. What did they forget?”
“I don’t know, Shela. Maybe a pair of scissors or some cotton wool, something. So she got an infection and they couldn’t save her. She died on March 28th, 1963, only twenty three years old. Madat Kaka was heart-broken, he had lost his oldest child.
The funeral was so sad, the whole town came. Khatun was like a princess, lying on the bier. She wore a white sari and looked like she was just sleeping.” Both Mum and I had tears in our eyes as I held Mum’s hand.
“Everyone told Madat Kaka to sue Aga Khan Hospital and the doctor who delivered her but he refused.
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Anisa lives somewhere in Vancouver but I no longer have her contact information. I wish I could talk to her again. If anyone has it, please email me.
Read this story at the source: https://www.shelinashariffzia.com/blog/2018/07/12/khatuns-story/
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