Split Rounds

I spend my days running between hospital rooms to save a baby’s life. And I spend my nights seeing the bodies of burned babies. I spend my days operating for hours to save a mother’s life. And I spend my nights seeing murdered mothers. I spend my days congratulating a mother and father: they will have a child. And I spend my nights watching mothers and fathers mourn their slaughtered children. I spend my days building families. And I spend my nights watching them torn apart. I spend my days telling mothers to eat and feed their babies well. And I spend my nights watching them starve. I spend my days helping patients lie down gently and sit up gingerly. And I spend my nights seeing people crushed under heaps of concrete: collapsed buildings blown up over them. I spend my days vanquishing death. And I spend my nights watching death vanquish me.

Art Courtesy of Hanan Youssef