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Last night, your faded memory came to me, As in the wilderness, spring comes quietly, As slowly in desert, moves the breeze, As to a sick man, without cause, comes peace! The moon of my night, an oasis for my deserted soul and a heavenly shelter from cold buffets of life, was my mother. It was a scenic day glittering with the serene sunshine in the blue sky. That day, she had completely recovered from the demon of hepatitis. The vivacity of life was sparkling in her eyes. The omen of life had totally exalted her to a novel perseverance. She had grabbed the silky life with her caressing hands. The life to her meant her children. The moon of Ramadan was surely an omen of joy for us. We had scheduled our sister's wedding. In that reference, my father and mother were to leave for another city. I bade them farewell under God's heaven and saw them off. "Life is going to be beautiful," I smiled to myself and went to the bed. Suddenly at midnight, violent knocking at

Just heard a patient groaning, “These doctors are all beasts! They overcharge then kill us, And then enjoy their feasts!” I smiled sarcastically At the overall I wore, At scars I got to win it, At the awful pain I bore. They wonder how we changed, Once cream of the nation, I’ll share some reasons why We get this accusation. Ever touched a human bone? Oh no! It gives you frights! We can even sleep with them, Studying in pre-stage nights. As they enjoy bridal showers, Alive with lovely melodies, We work in autopsy rooms- Examining assaulted bodies. They shout when their dress is dirty With a little spilth; We’re in the pathology labs Hands dirty with their filth! Expecting baby, they take rest, Buy clothes and baby carriages. We travail in labor rooms, Preventing their miscarriages. We see a patient breath his last But We're too busy to cry, For there's a patient n