I worked as a consultant after fifteen years of studying towards earning my bachelor’s, master’s, and doctorate degrees, in addition to other years that I spent to obtain several other speciality medical degrees, all of which are now hanging on the wall. I enjoy looking at them daily as a lover who longs for his beloved girlfriend, and memories of the years I live are about the only thing that I have left.
My profession is regarded as a humanitarian profession, where the doctor is expected to perform your services for everyone at the expense of your comfort and health, and accommodating everyone while you are completely drained, yet you are expected at the same time to smile at everyone not revealing the extent of your pain to anyone, as they expect a lot from you.
In my profession, I have never enjoyed enough sleep as my mobile kept ringing and due to the numerous problems and deaths that I saw. No one has bothered asking me, why don’t you sleep? Why don’t you rest? And why don’t you laugh? They only expected me to sympathize with their sorrows, solve their problems, and treat their diseases so that they regain their smile and comfort. Why has no one asked about me? Is this profession humanitarian towards patients only? What about the doctor?
Colleagues in this profession are exposed to many dangers, sorrows and pain that accompany them like their intimate friend who does not leave them day or night. We now are racing towards meeting our dear friend, God almighty having nothing left but memories.
Many may ask me why I write a summary of my life history, to them I say that it is not meant as a guide to others, as I know that only few will read it. Also, it is not directed towards my children to learn from it, as this is not the time for learning, but I write it to please myself and enjoy the memory of these precious moments that I have experienced one day with all its ups and downs. I find those moments in which I remember my work very self-satisfying, but the only regret I have is not playing any musical instrument as I regard music as the fuel of my soul while bringing back my memories.