Oh my god
Oh my God. The scale of suffering and agony is unbearable.
I finally had a moment to think about every patient I met today at the hospital, and I couldn't stop myself from crying. The pain of it all floods me. How can a human heart carry this much?
I've realized that I'm always trying to remain professional with my patients. But the moment I'm alone with my thoughts, they overwhelm me. My patients defeat me, and whatever strength I was holding onto collapses.
I don't want this world. I don't want to feel happy. I don't want anything. I don't even want to write this. I just want this suffering to end.
I wished that critically ill patient, who Came in, short of breath, had been seen by the entire world and truly heard when he showed his vulnerability, Saying he knew his condition was Worsening because he had been Unable to find his medications for Some time.
We lack almost everything!
l am deeper now in understanding suffering my soul touches the soul of everyone who is broken. I have gone deeper into knowing the meaning of pain, of all the bad feelings, and the deeper I go, the more sensitive I become, toward others and toward myself.
lam years away from relief, and worlds away from living in peace. I am myself, carrying within me thousands of massacres and mountains of pain.
I write this on my way to work, in a crowded microbus full of people, none of whom deserve any of this. lam my old friend from school, who is also a doctor, used to write poems about life, and who has now lost his family, standing on a wet road, waiting for another car. Both the road and I are shattered by missiles and silence, looking around, not knowing whether all my sacrifices will break me, or make me a stronger survivor.
The Revenant lost his only son to someone else's greed. What about those who lost everyone and everything, dismissed as what they call "collateral damage," victims of someone else's inhumanity?
I am the hundred- year Revenant, living with a deeper awareness of my purpose in life; begging the world, and its people, to discover theirs before it is too late.
Constant oppression, and never ending injustice Our suffering has become so routine to the world, every day, every minute, nonstop, leaving us miserable as hell, no longer knowing what we're even waiting for.
The warm hearts Nusierat's campaign's link is still in my bio.
Anas Jamal wrote - The infant Saeed Asaad Abdeen, one month old, has died due to severe cold in the Al-Mawasi area of Khan Younis in the southern Gaza Strip, bringing the number of deaths reported to hospitals as a result of the low-pressure system and extreme cold to 13.
