Playing street soccer with my son was the highlight of my life until my heart attack in 1999. I used to be healthy and fit but after my heart attack, I got breathless easily. I also had trouble sleeping at night. My doctors told me I needed a heart transplant as my heart was swollen. I was shocked and scared. It was major surgery. I've heard of kidney transplants, but the idea of a heart transplant was less well known. Furthermore, there was a religious aspect to this decision. I did not agree to the transplant immediately. But after speaking with counsellors and going for several counselling sessions, I changed my mind. I decided I would go for the transplant. It was my only chance at survival. Then the frustration of waiting began. My condition got worse and that affected my state of mind. I could not think straight. I didn't sleep well for months. I didn’t follow my doctor's orders and went off my strict diet, which made my condition worse. I almost gave up during this period of waiting. But after 2 years, I finally got my transplant. Today, I lead a normal life again. I treasure each day more now that I have the chance to spend more time with my family. I also help my wife at the mosque; I love spending time there as it gives me a sense of peace. After my experience, I believe in organ donation. There is a need to educate everyone, even children from a young age, about its benefits.