Sons of Evil

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Looking out of the window, i finally knew the gap between the two parallel worlds; the bright and shining world and the continuous suffering and darkness in a man’s life.
_ “O god please let us find her dead so i can end my life that i never want again” spoke the old man.
The two women in the car consolidated the man with words and reassured him of her well being, that they will certainly find her alright.
Back to the same room, people were walking, standing everywhere, fighting for their turns waiting for the one and only doctor available; the hospital reception had an unseen queue, and they all had to stand in the line for registration, be it young or old.
We found the poor woman laid on her bed with eyes open looking checking out her other comrades. The momentshe saw us coming, she was very hopeful. We were there for her; we might be her friends, neighbours, her only family, but we surely were her closest beloved people.
_ “How have you been lately?”asked my mother getting near the patient.
_ “Good...good” she said checking us “the doctor said that i should go for a surgery”
_ “Alright. When?”
_ “Hopefully today”.
We stood mute, all of us, while my mother was interrogating the woman. Mrs. Kush then washed a glass a a bowl that she brought from home, and i handed my mother the plastic bag containing the breakfast. The lady refused to eat, doubting if she could or could not before she is taken under any medical treatment.
Nurses were the most beautiful people in the room, they would listen carefully, ask attentive questions, and even try hard to help. Magnificiently looking as well as magnificiently being.
_ “If as she mentioned- if she’s having it today, she should avoid eating” informed the nurse in a courteous way holding her hands together to her light blue uniform.
In the other hand, the doctors were behaving too avoidant and careless, laughing with pride, no taking account of these poor people whose conditions were their main concerns and responsibilities. We had ‘No’’s for an answer with a rush walk, a pretence for listening and rejection. Their look of disgust on the entire visitors is very noticeable, and even worse, they would stand against a wall and pleasant about others while they’re dying in this caged cemetery. Who said that all doctors could save lives, some could easily end them.
_ “Please let’s go home woman, we will request for an ambulance” he went low then aloud “young man! Young man!”.
_ “Yes sir, how can i help you?”
_ “Call an ambulance”
_ “We can’t do that sir, she has to stay for the surgery first”
_ “No! No! Nothing left to be done here, she doesn’t need that” he insisted firmly while all i could do is look at both my mother and Mrs. Kush.
_ “Could you remove this Mrs. Kush, it really holds painfully my breath. It smells very dirty” she pushed the disturbing blanket and had it taken off by the lady on her right side.
At the bottom of the bed, my mother and i had a talk about the miserable place and even included Mrs. Kush when she was done with the sick looking woman. The three of us looking panoramically at the nearly collapsing colorless walls, the bad smell in the air, and of how it is a shame nowadays to be called a doctor after seeing this disastrous reality of them.
_ “You know mother” i said “people in this place would never make any patient here optimistic about his conditions”.
_ “Public hospital” answered my mother thinking of a way out of this place with no worse conditions for the poor couple.
_ “In times of war” i spoke “injured soldiers would be put in a place just like this, but having everything they need, each patient would have his own nurse who would continuously check on them. As for us, in times of peace, the patient fails even to breathe clean fresh air, and he is treated like a bed number. One would get more hope from his visitors than from his doctor. What a shame on you failed profession, in this haunted place in the worst conditions.