Days story

Peace, mercy and blessings of God.
On this happy day Wednesday, my fateful day because it is my birthday, I don’t like this day at all.
These days are the days of the month of Dhu al-Hijjah and close to Eid al-Adha, people flock to acquire the Eid sacrifice, the markets are full of livestock, road and railway stations, as well as a library for people to travel with their families to spend the Eid.
And I think about what happened to me from the disease and things clashed with me, the feast is on the doors and the double rent, the tailoring shop and the place of residence, where do I start, and the eye is insight and the hand is short.
The hospital appointment this time was after a year. The Ramid card expired last month, and the Social Security called me to enroll as a taxi professional or as a craftsman…. I found myself between the hammer and the anvil, yesterday I went to the Social Security Department to inquire about the matter, what was me until I complete the procedures to benefit from the compulsory health coverage.
I worked for 8 years in a sewing factory and over 17 years as a taxi driver, and the number of days I got during this period was 577 working days in social security…. Because the companies I was working with did not authorize…