Written in Arabic by:

Leen Jamal Bani Hamad 

6th year student , Glory batch , 5th batch 2017-20123 

Translated by: Dr. Mohammad A. Awwad

Moans of the sick, cries and screams emanating from hearts exhausted by pain and burdened by illness, the sound of machines attached to ill bodies ... This is what we hear every day as we walk in the hospital’s corridors... Behind the corridors there are many hidden stories, and the feelings there are conflicting between joy at the arrival of a new baby and sadness around a newly dying human, feelings of anxiety and waiting to know the result of an analysis or an operation that succeeded or failed. I often think deeply when I look at the faces of patients and listen to their conversations. Despite the difference in their personalities and ages, they all, without exception, wish for one thing, which is well-being. In their eyes, what thee see when they were OK outside the hospital become small and insignificant. Money, prestige and positions have no value. Their prayers and wishes are united so that their health may improve. One of them said to me: “When we are sick, everything disappears except for one wish: that well-being returns to us. And when we are well, we remember everything except that we enjoy well-being.”

I truly believed then that Health is the greatest of God’s blessings upon mankind, and only those who lost it would realize its value. If well-being is there, it is not recognized by the healthy, and if it is lost, its value is appreciated by the sick. The world is sweetened by its presence. It is the key to bliss and the open door to good things. O God, bestow upon us the blessing of health and well-being, and clothe it as a garment for all who have lost it.

We thank Allah for letting me carry the message of medicine, so that I may contribute, by His command, Blessed and Almighty, even if only a small part, to the people’s well-being and healing of patients’ pains and wounds. Nothing like to see happiness and satisfaction in their eyes.The greatest reward is by hearing their prayers for us, which renews the goal of entering the medical school in our soul. This precious reward makes us feel happy and at peace of conscience, and reminds us again and again of why we are here among the moans, pains and cries. It is a great humanitarian profession, which cannot be compared to anything else. We entrust this hard work to God, and we ask his Highness the treasures of His mercy, and in this noble field let the competitors compete.