Back to my memory in the ER at the 2nd level hospital, there was a 13 months little boy called Mubarak, he was accompanied with a young woman with an old man, they were his parents. The child was in a very bad condition (severe acute malnutrition with sepsis).
Dr Anke a colleague of mine from Germany (who became later one of my best friends) and me took the lead to work and manage the case of that child patient.
I approached the mother looking for explanation, why they didn’t bring him earlier?!!.
She replied that just now her husband (the father) agreed to take them to the hospital because their village was more than 100 kilometers away and to afford the cost of the travel they had to share the taxi with other passengers.
Dr Anke was monitoring everything concerning Mubarak she didn’t leave her sight at all, taking care of his medication managing fluids and trying out to control the convulsions, all this time I was there too. I was her assistance and she was my mentor. Hours passed and Mubarak lying on the bed, it seemed that he was getting a bit better.
By that time his parents were about to leave, I couldn’t believe what was happening and the reaction I received as I was trying to convince the mother to stay with her son in case we needed her. The father was next to her, he shocked me with his cruelty and selfishness and replied as commander:” No she will not stay, she has to go with me to prepare food for me and take care of the other children back at home. I was pointlessly explaining how critical their son condition was. But he simply won’t listen as if Mubarak wasn’t his own flesh and blood. My eyes went towards the mother as the father left us but she said submissively: “I can’t do anything if I stayed he will divorce me”. I saw her walking away as the father did. I stood there speechless as the nurse commented that it’s pretty normal here. The doctor was trying all the possible ways to save the poor little boy who left by his own struggling his illness.
But no matter what we were doing his time to departure this life was then, he passed away less than 24 hours of his admission. He died between a total stranger lap instead of his own mother lab. He just left once for all. But I was telling myself to comfort it, it’s okay my little hero, it’s all right you are going to the best place ever (beside God). While his eyes told me: “No worries, I m not the first or the last one, yet to die.”