“Sir, there is a boy in the village… his leg was fractured but his father couldn’t even get it plastered”, someone whispered quietly at our medical camp in Margi, Warwan. Hearing this our team froze for a moment. A fractured leg? A child? Our eyes searched for his father, but the reply was even more painful, “There was nothing to eat at home. So, he went looking for work”.
Every scan, every surgery, every tear lifted by your support
It was our second day of relief work in Warwan, Kashmir. Just weeks earlier, a devastating landslide had buried this remote valley in mud and rocks, reducing nearly 250 homes to rubble. Families were scattered and displaced and hope was hanging by a thread. Our team had traveled miles, From Delhi to Punjab, to Jammu, and finally through the serene terrain of Kashmir, to reach here where time runs slower, yet wounds remain raw and fresh.
When the boy was brought in by his mother our heart sank. He was barely five years old. His mother walked in, carrying him. His innocent eyes reflected both exhaustion and pain. His frail body shook as he tried to sit still, every moment betraying the pain he had been carrying for days.
By Allah’s mercy and grace, one of our team members took the responsibility and did not wait even a moment. The boy was immediately arranged to be taken to Anantnag. There he was admitted to the hospital, prepared for surgery. Every medical expense, scan, treatment, surgery. Was pledged and covered by Miles2Smile. The boy’s mother, overwhelmed with relief, held her child’s hand tightly, as if she had been given back a part of her world.
Because Tragedy Should Never Be the Final Chapter
This single story reflected a larger picture of Warwan. A valley cut off from the world, where families often have to choose between food and medicine, and where children are forced to bear scars of calamity instead of enjoying the carefree days of childhood. And yet, even in such darkness hope persisted . there was hope in a mother’s courage, in a father’s determination to provide, in the resilience of community, and in the simple act of compassion that became the bridge between hopelessness and healing.
This boy’s story is one among many. Its raw, humbling and deeply human. But it also reminds us that calamity should never write the final chapter.
