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August 10, 2009

Old Age

Filed under: Uncategorized — by AmiraAK @ 3:35 pm

I think I now know what it is I fear the most in this world.  Old Age.  It’s not as much growing old as it is old age in itself.  This trip to New York has helped me to realize that.  Seeing old men and women, frail, pink and blue from all the visible veins, bent, barely standing, walking and crossing the streets of one of the busiest cities in the world, shopping, going into a cafe or standing in line in a supermarket carrying a bag of groceries, walking in the park…etc. all alone, with the aid of a push cart/support, or a stick, or in the company of a dog, or no aid at all.. It’s not an easy thing.  I fear for them.  I fear that they will break.  They might get pushed, they might be run over, they could easily get mugged or robbed.  Just like a little child.  Helpless.

I think of my grandmother, my aunt, of my father – shopping for his 70th birthday card.  I fear for them, and I fear for what we become – what I may become – at that age.

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3 Comments »

  1. Very beautiful and touching ya Amira. I never really thought much of Old Age until I began crossing so many thresholds and realizing how near I was to that “Golden Age”. And yes as you say, it’s the thought of what will become of us then, how capable and healthy we will be to manage our lives on our own without needing others or being bed ridden that really haunts me. But when I look at my parents or dear friends and see how they handled old age and illness with so much grace and acceptance, I’m filled with faith that I will hopefully be able to handle it in the same way.
    Thanks for the lovely post :)

    Comment by Nadia — August 11, 2009 @ 3:10 pm |Reply

  2. Thank you Nadia, you’re right. It’s their grace and acceptance and humility that gives us the strength – and faith – to handle things the same way. It’s a part of life like every other step we take, and may we be fit enough to go through it with dignity and a healthy enough mind.

    Comment by Amira Abd El-Khalek — August 11, 2009 @ 3:50 pm |Reply

  3. We don’t jump from youth to old age suddenly, it is a gradual descent so I guess by the time we are old we will have accepted it. It is not the fraility of body that scares me but not having fulfilled what I wanted does.

    Comment by jessyz — August 11, 2009 @ 5:04 pm |Reply


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