This is Episode 3 of my true story about surviving a coma, losing friends, and rebuilding life with faith and purpose.
A true story about survival, loss, and learning how to live again
By Abdulaziz Al-Othman | Founder of MONIX
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I opened my eyes.
I didn’t know where I was.
I didn’t know how long I had been gone.
I didn’t know what had happened to me.
All I knew was this:
I was alive.
But everything felt broken.
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Episode Three – Season One
The Truth No One Told Me
When I woke up from the coma, I had no memories.
No past.
No explanation.
No answers.
Machines surrounded me.
Tubes were attached to my body.
Metal held my leg together.
I asked quietly:
“Why am I here?”
No one answered.
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Everyone knew the truth.
Except me.
My family told me I had fallen from a palm tree.
And I believed them.
Because I was too weak to question it.
Too tired to fight it.
But deep inside, something felt wrong.
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My Mother Never Left
My mother stayed with me every day.
She fed me.
She washed me.
She watched me sleep.
I was no longer a man.
I was a child in her arms again.
She smiled for me.
But her eyes were tired.
They carried years of pain.
She had lost too much.
And she was still standing.
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The Call That Broke the Silence
Months later, my phone rang.
A friend asked:
“Do you know why you were hospitalized?”
I said:
“I fell from a tree.”
Then he whispered:
“No… you were in a car accident.
Two of your friends died.”
My heart froze.
He said their names.
Tariq.
Sultan.
At that moment, my mother and sister were beside me.
They touched my hands.
My legs.
Trying to protect me from the truth.
But it was too late.
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Faith in the Middle of Pain
I didn’t scream.
I didn’t collapse.
I only said:
“Alhamdulillah for God’s will.”
My sister cried.
My mother stayed silent.
Strong.
As always.
From that day, no one spoke about the accident again.
But inside me…
It never ended.
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Learning to Live Without Them
When I left the hospital, life felt empty.
My friends were gone.
My world had changed.
I started hearing stories.
About young men.
About wrong paths.
About families destroyed.
I realized something painful:
This tragedy wasn’t only mine.
It belonged to the whole town.
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Why Did I Survive?
That question still follows me.
Why me?
Why them?
Why did I stay?
Maybe I survived to tell this story.
Maybe this is my responsibility.
Maybe this is my purpose.
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In the next episode,
I will share how I tried to rebuild my life…
And how I failed before I learned to stand again.
Because this journey is far from over.
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To be continued…
