A picture I didn't take

A child sick, eyes closed and voice lowered in the outpatients clinic in the central hospital. Around me voice from all over the far near east chat away in tongues and dialects I do not understand,. Mothers and fathers fret, and worry over their kids. An outpouring of love and affection that touches me to the core. In a room with a door that never closes another mother sits and watches her child sleeping. She doesn't move or complain just listlessly turns over from time to time.