In these difficult days in which my liver died, at the age of 8 years and 7 months. On Friday 13/08/2021 in the hospital at seven o’clock in the evening, he was buried the next day at four o’clock in the afternoon in the cemetery () Corziana. He was a righteous son since his childhood, and I was a father to him. I never changed him. I provided him with all his simple needs. He was registered in football at the Al-Qurb stadium in Al-Majd neighborhood. He was studying at the new primary school in the same neighborhood, and he used to take a dirham from me daily in the morning and a dirham in the evening, he and his sister, who is three years older. He was loved by everyone, the children of the neighborhood all asked about him every day, whoever did not find him would come to the shop to ask about him, and he would bring them to give them water, and he would fill the cup with water and say to his friends, drink slowly and do not spill a drop in my father’s shop, it was a sewing and clothing store And he helped me a lot despite his young age, I relied on him in many things, he was the one who brought me water from the house we lived above the sewing shop on the second floor in the same building. As for the house, he had a big role as well. He is the one who takes out the garbage from the house, he is the one who brings bread or milk or anything that his mother needed for him….. He was our helper in this world and he will help us enter heaven, God willing.
12 hours in the hospital without the slightest ambulance… until they took him for the operation and took him out without effort and without strength, and the next day he died…. It’s neglect in hospitals.
MixtesBoukhoubza 