Cry for Help

I was going home with my husband when I suddenly heard a man crying out for someone to help him. I could feel the great pain he must have been enduring and the urgency of his message. I did not understand his language, but still I could understand his message clearly. Yes, it was scary, I gazed at the building that was being knocked down by some Bangladeshi men without taking any safety precautions for sure.

People rushed out from the shops and some men even stopped their bikes and motorcycles, left them on the road and ran to help the man who was screaming for help. A huge wall has fallen and a man was trapped beneath it. Some people pulled out their mobile phones and called the police and others even alerted the ambulance.

With everyone’s help, he was finally freed from the huge brick wall which had mercilessly fallen upon him and they carried him to the road. People gathered around, some in the hope to see the damage, others trying to help the poor injured man. He was bleeding and was unconscious, since the ambulance would take a while, a man offered to take him to the hospital in his lorry.

My husband and I were standing a bit far away and then continued our journey towards home soon after he was taken to the hospital. I wonder what happened to him and whether recovered. I guess I’ll never know but I don’t think I would ever forget his cry for help.