MEMOIRS OF ASYRAF

Hope and prayers for the humantarian convoy to Ghaza
Hope and prayers for our brothers and sisters who are fighting in Palestin

A child laying weak on an hospital bed.
With an illness slowly taking his life away.
Each day he worsen.
Yet the boy smiles and says...
"When I grow, up, I wanna be just like you"
A dream burning deep inside his chest.
A hope striking deep inside his will.
His motivation.
His ambition.
His dreams.
To inform his death.
Would you take it all away?
As if a lost child was holding a ticket for a train to go home.
And you grab that ticket, and tear it all apart.
And whats left are only empty roads.
So he say what difference would it be if I die right here, right now?
Having nothing to fight for knowing there is no more life.

What if there was a mother in front of you.
A single parent working double jobs.
A mother that would still have time to watch her sons play football.
A mother that never dissapoint her daughters to play tebby bear and dolls together.
And still have the time and money to buy a present on their birthday.
Now, sick on a wheel chair.
With only a few weeks to live.
Would you keep the secret from her?
When she has no plans for her children when she's gone?
And never had the chance to sent her childrens to be adopted by a new family that will provide them a better life.
And would you take the chance for her to give them her last words.
To say sorry for all her shortcomings and things she never provided perfectly as a mother

A doctor's life is more than a naive ambition.
When the time comes, would you have that courage, to think wisely.
Would you have the will to work day and night, helping the needy.
Would you mold their feelings, and fill their souls to love Islam
And would you promise to never let go of your patient's hand beside the hospital bed.
Or would you be another cold-hearted individial, that continue to inflicts wounds and scars on te broken hearts.
Health is not just on the body.
It's in the heart.........................