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THE YOUNG OLDSTER
Since the large cloud appeared in the
sky of the town and covered the sunshine, the rain never stopped
falling. The green grass and prosperity prevailed everywhere. Days were
passing, and the simple mud houses were demolishing . The modern houses
with iron and cement stood erect. These buildings were luxuries,
remarkable and magnificent as great palaces. The trees covered their
walls, and they were shining like pearls in the sky, while the lamps
were lighting, to attract viewers and to arrest hearts.
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(1367 bytes)"In the medical clinic, human cue, a third, are
sitting on the chairs, some of them fed up with long waiting and
therefore left the place. From the other side people were coming in.
An old man was leaning on his stick and waiting for his turn. A man in
his fifth decade stood up, asking him to take his seat. . But he
thanked him and the man returned his wish. The old man repeated his
appreciation. The patient got out of the examination room. It's the
young man's turn. The man asked him politely, to let the old man enter
first. The guy answered angrily:"It's my turn."
* The man said smiling:"I know that.
But old age doesn't help, son". ... The old man interrupted him
whispering:"let him in".
* Come on man, bad generation.... What
can we say?
* When we were in his age.... Every
thing has changed.
* God's mercy in those days!!
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(1367 bytes)"A middle-aged girl arrived . She is holding a child in her
hands, bleeding from his head; a nurse was assisting them, an
emergency case, so she entered . The girl was taken out to the waiting
room again. An hour later, the girl turned toward the general telephone
cabin. She interrupted the other voice: "HELLO, HERE IS SONITA, YOUR
BABY IS DEAD, SHOULD I BRING HIM HOME, OR TAKE HIM TO THE CEMETERY ?!
" .
Doha – January
1997 |
