He has gone so far, but he can't get out of each other's silent miss; he has crossed so many borders, but he can't cross the familiar name; until those entrapment His courage to shuttle back and forth between life and death finally turned into a desperate call...
I want to say that he is a soldier, not a charity worker, if you want to ask his true identity. He fights for faith, fights for life, fights for courage, fights for dignity, he is strong, he is also very weak, because facing the beauty and evil, warmth and indifference of this world, all his weapons are just love .
"I have a camp with a total of 30,000 people, and 40 people are dying every day..."
His daily life is as a full-time doctor, responsible for the difficult maintenance of the lives of these 30,000 people when supplies are extremely scarce. As the person in charge of the camp, he is responsible for the diet and daily life of these 30,000 people and the source of their difficulties, twists and turns, and even the burden of suffering...In the
camp, of course, everyone has a name, um, maybe more than one. These people are struggling on the edge of life and death, but they still love life. When people enjoy the brilliant sunshine in the Mediterranean, they stand on the tipping point of hunger and look up to the beauty of life from the suffering of survival. When the question of survival or death becomes a daily agenda They showed amazing courage. As the person in charge of such a rescue camp, who has established such a camp with infinite love and selfless dedication, is it not a beautiful, great, amiable person? Can you understand why he doesn't even want to call out the people in the camp, the names of the people for whom he has given almost his entire life?
"When I was a doctor in London, no one ever said to me'Martani', they wouldn't thank you in this way. Because here, they feel everything directly from God. There is no medicine, no Painkiller, the incredible, the purest thing-suffering. When you see that kind of courage in a child, how can you suppress the urge to hold them in your arms? Remember the'ball'? London's That boy. He was the first person I saved. He was ten years old. He was so thin that he could hardly stand up, but he still mustered his strength to bury the whole family. We can’t understand where his courage came from. He passed. He often writes these notes to me and helps me in the medical clinic. He is a good boy, a lovely good boy. He wants to be like me, I am very happy. Stupid, childish, but it makes me feel good about myself, So I took him to London. My amulet, brave African. How can I be so stupid? How can I be so selfish? I mean—he is my friend and he has a name. So till now I have Remember him. If all the people I lost had a name..."
He was great, he was brave, he was beautiful, but he was still a mortal. He has happiness, sadness, worries, heartache, and the limit of psychological endurance... In front of love, he is very brave, fighting for the lives of others, the courage and dignity of life; in front of love, he is very cowardly, He is afraid of the great grief when the beauty is torn apart...Perhaps, in front of love, we are just ignorant children, children of God.
If I canont call your name, forgive me, please, that's just because LOVE…
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