I remember a time when I got really sick, and it felt overwhelming. My head was pounding like a drum, and my whole body ached as if I had been hit by a truck. I was curled up in bed, shivering even though I was wrapped in blankets. There was a hollow feeling in my stomach that felt like it was twisting and turning, making it hard to move or even think.
Just like Akeer, my sickness made everything feel scary and lonely. I could hear the silence in the house, broken only by my occasional coughing or the sound of my mom checking on me. I felt like I was suffering, trapped in my own body, unable to escape the waves of nausea that hit me every few minutes. I didn’t want to eat or drink anything, and the thought of food made me feel even worse.
In those moments, I could really relate to Akeer and her pain. The way she struggles with her sickness reminded me of how I felt—lost, weak, and overwhelmed by a sickness that consumed every part of me.