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Tayyab Jafar tells The Journal the remarkable story of how he survived death
It's nice to see news about Queen's University students that doesn't involve racist parties, drunken debauchery, and assault of police horses.
I had died around 3 or 4 a.m. and they found my body at 8:30 a.m.
On January 15 of this year, Tayyab Jafar died of hypothermia in the snow somewhere near Queen's campus.
Jafar's body was found by his housemate, something he learned later on.
When it comes to the circumstances of his death, Jafar, ArtSci '17 can only rely on what he's told. According to the newly-returned Queen's student, his parents know more about the first week after his death than he does, and every time he hears it, Jafar learns something new.
On that snowy morning in January, he was rushed to Kingston General Hospital (KGH) to be treated by a large number of doctors and nurses. After being dead for five and a half hours, Jafar had no heartbeat or vital signs and had already started to bloat, a natural process that occurs after death, when he was admitted to the hospital's care.
I thought they were exaggerating but when I saw the pictures, they weren't joking. My head was the size of a watermelon, Jafar said, gesturing to his head.
Given the news of their son's passing, Jafar said his parents were panicking, getting dressed and ready to drive the four hours it took to get to Kingston. That was, until the police came again with more information.
At 9:30 a.m., the police got a radio call saying that I had a heartbeat and they had revived me.
Jafar pulled up his shirt to reveal the scars on his ribcage from the CPR that was performed on him for an hour and a half. The scars weren't from the CPR itself but rather the incisions from when the doctors checked Jafar's internal health with a camera.
When asked if he remembers what it was like being dead, Jafar said he wasn't too certain.
I don't know if it, maybe, was the coma they put me in but I just remember there was nothing.
It's hard to describe, I can't just say I saw black or grey, there was just nothing and then, all of sudden, there was something and it was me alive.
Jafar's depression turned into boredom and he began to re-teach himself independence. He found that he could use computers typing with one finger at a time for short periods of time.
One day, while watching his brothers play video games, Jafar discovered a hidden talent of being able to play with his feet. Jafar used that skill to dominate his brothers in all the console games.
Once I figured out I could play video games with my feet, I kind of got a little bit lax on the physical exercises the physiotherapist gave me, he said.
Jafar said that he eventually got to the point where he was playing The Witcher on the hardest level possible and even caught the developers' attention through a Reddit post, receiving a goodie bag.
It was amazing, Jafar said, grinning.
Recovering ahead of the doctors' original estimations, Jafar miraculously avoided the brain damage typically associated with hypothermia. He's now back at Queen's taking a reduced and accommodated course load in the general Arts program after formerly being an Astrophysics major.
Jafar says he's looking forward to having a normal life again and is trying not to think too far ahead.
Right now, I'm in that phase where it can wait.
Jafar, pictured on the bottom left, healthy and smiling with his friends in the fall semester of 2016.
It's nice to see news about Queen's University students that doesn't involve racist parties, drunken debauchery, and assault of police horses.