I am Adil, and I am 58 years old. Even though its pretty clear if one notices, but people are often surprised by the fact that I am partially blind. The disease hit me back when I was 45. I used to drive for a businessman in F-6 at that time. Life was lovely - I had a beautiful wife, and two children making it strong into the real world. Probably the saddest morning was the one when I woke up and everything was faded blur, I wanted to cry, clear my vision, but it wouldn't happen. The doctors too, gave up, said these gems in my skull were broken to beyond repair. I think people don't realise the blessing of their eyes until they start to loose it .. Who showed me the most support? Probably my wife, definitely my wife. I wouldn't blame my kids, they were too young to know how to react. My wife, she started working as a maid, while I stayed in bed, unable to do anything. She remembered how much I took care of myself back when I was alright, so she trimmed my beard, set my turban (pagri) and dressed me in fresh clothes everyday. Life can't be perfect, can it? I think you should keep doing what you do until you reach a point when life brings you to a halt. "Beta, Allah tujhey bohot kamiyab kerre, Ameen"