(I did not know what was happening, everything was going on around me, as if in the most deadly delirium, thick fog immersed in the visual and blocking my vision, my heartbeat accelerated my feelings, then rushed my eyes open with all the strength in the movement of desperate resistance, I saw a distorted, fog-filled man holding a white muzzle with a muzzle on his mouth and some men in front of him carrying things. I was certainly dependent on something. My head was perpendicular to the white-haired man, my eyelids were quick to close, and every few seconds the pale vision Slowly and darkly, I remember the last thing I saw - other than those men -, a light shining She was staring at me and hugging me in the middle, and then suddenly I heard a voice chirping violently, "The effect of the Mukhtar is secret in his body, the tools are ready to sleep"
I was not aware of how things had happened, but after I woke up I found myself in a small room with bright yellow walls with a window overlooking a newly formed garden. I was in my lean body, meditating with large, small medical instruments. Fine tubes and prongs were popped into pores My hand was filled with blue bruises.
My knees were dry, and I had a severe dizziness. For the first time I felt my body trembling. I was not able to move or even think. I was overwhelmed and overwhelmed. I saw what was happening. The last thing I remember was that I was in the gymnasium, engulfing the balls of billiards inside the pits, and then suddenly here I am, with a lean body, in the middle of this machine arsenal, what the hell is going on?
After a few minutes of astonishment, a man entered a white suitcase carrying a file in his hand, and a gloomy, innocent smile smiled in my face. I asked him with surprise, "What's going on?" Why am I here?
He continued to smile and sat next to me and then said, There is nothing important, it is a simple incident, all that is a simple tumor removed from your body, I brought you here some young people have ensured the expenses of treatment and then left, and now enough to gossip everything and rest a little To prepare for departure.)
Haha !!! Damn, I still remember the details of what happened with great care and precision. This was my first bout of cancer. My doctor did not want to tell the truth, but I knew over the course of the days that I had been attacked and became the main visitor to that dirty clinic. The wounds, which were slowly killing me, every time I lose my patience, my soul trembles and the inner volcanoes erupt inside me, each time I am about to kill myself for the intensity of the burning whip that kills me, As if a bloody war between the two sects of my diary, I was feeling my spirit bleed, and my body ran into the When I am gripped by painful fits of cancer, I am ready to take off a finger from my fingers in order to end all this, but there is no way I can keep my pain and pain until I am blind. Then I have an improved hand to the hospital. This is ten or one hundred times, my hand has become blue as a piece of ice, my body is no longer stronger than a cup of water, everything cuts through my bones, the medical instruments, the thick thorns, the public talk, the scraps of food I reluctantly chewed.
I have the right to fear facing the mirror, and I have the right to suffer if I have been staring at her for a long time and I could not recognize me.
I did not go out to pick spring flowers, nor to walk under rain showers. I did not go out for the spring flowers, the sun, the warm sun, the twinkling stars and the radiant moon, the pleasure of friendship and love, Winter, I do not enjoy the beach in the summer, and the autumn no longer fools me with its swirling body. I guess I missed a lot in world literature after I quit reading too.
But even so, sometimes I used to go around social networking sites, trying to forget everything, but what I felt most bitter when I saw repeated publications about us. They tortured me more than I actually did. The publications that underestimated us more than the medical prickles You do not even know how to send us an invitation. What is the point of putting a picture of someone who is radiating, remembering the world with his pain and then asking for an invitation? You reminded me of pain and I desperately need to escape it, why do not you go to God and not to social networking sites, why do you make us a commodity to gain the most? Why not come the day I do not see any publication about us, call us secretly in your prayers and not in the comments, enough ..! Let's sleep peacefully