Aman Kabir, 24, has been single mindedly devoted to the service of road accident victims and mentally and physically differently abled people. He has even converted his motorbike into an ambulance
“In 2007, I was a student of Class VII. On November 23 that year, a bomb went off near the court campus. When I learned about the blast, I hopped across to the Shiv Prasad Mandaliya Hospital, which was near to my school, and started helping the injured who were admitted there for treatment. I found great happiness in helping those people. This incident altered my life and I made, thereafter, helping the needy, the poor and the destitute my life’s aim,” said 24-year-old Aman Kabir.
A resident of Varanasi in Uttar Pradesh, he has been single-mindedly devoted to the service of road accident victims, mentally and physically differently-abled people. People in Varanasi dial-up Aman instead of police or an ambulance when they come across injured destitute. Aman warmly embraces and helps with the treatment of such destitute that common man would be repulsed by. To serve such people he has converted his motorbike into an ambulance and has, so far, helped over a thousand reach hospital.
“Be it summer, winter or rains, I run to rescue with my bag ready whenever I learn of someone in need of help. I first provide first aid, clean up the wounds, do dressing and, if need be, take the person to the hospital on my bike. I look after the person till the time he gets well or is restored to the family. I keep my bike ambulance well stocked up with medicines, ointments, biscuits and a few water bottles.”
Recently, Aman has embarked upon a mission to restore the lost to their families. Not only did Aman admit an old man to the hospital, he also managed to help him find his family. Mohit Mishra, a resident of Mawaiyya, Sarnath, informed: “My father Rishi Kumar Mishra had gone for a walk on the morning of May 25. He might have forgotten his way as he suffers mentally. We looked far and wide but could not find him. After a few days, Aman contacted us and enabled us to find our father.”
When asked are filthy clothes, putrid wounds and repulsive body odour not deterring enough, he said: “They were, in the beginning, but not anymore. My gaze remains now fixed upon their faces while I assist them. It pleases me to wash their wounds, get their hair trimmed and clean them up. When I didn’t have a bike, I used to carry them over my shoulders to the hospital.”
“Many people in our society wish to help the poor and needy, but do not know how. Now such people contact me. People accompany me to the hospital and offer eatables to the destitute patients. They even procure medicines for them. They distribute warm woollens during winters. So many people come to me inspired and join me,” he added.
Aman has also converted his house to a shelter for the destitute, lost and mentally sick people that he helps heal. “Many times, after recuperating, these people were discharged from the hospital but they had nowhere to go. For such people, I have converted my house into a shelter home where they can live in comfort,” he said.