Yesterday walking in the dark cold corridors of the hospital, so quiet and gloomy and dismal , where alive breathing people spend a crustial periods of their lives instead of partying out side. People of 4 years, 10 years, 30 years. , 70 years.... There all alone suffering.. Waiting cure or dead. ... There all I could hear are prayings , prayings meant more then the ones I could hear in a mosque ... People praying god to help them, and less their pain 😣😥😥 This did not only break my heart but gave me a real strength to do, give even more , to be a hope for hopeless people.. To be a HERO ❤