This is my dear son to my heart, he passed away on 08/13/2021 at the city's regional hospital. He ate some ice cream that caused him intestinal poisoning. I took him to a doctor who did not have enough knowledge about the doctor's profession, he examined him and gave him medicine for the liver, and when he used that medicine, it increased his pain and sickness, and his health began to deteriorate day after day. During that week I went back to that doctor who was on duty for another doctor. It means that the doctor who owns the clinic was on vacation and he came with one of his friends to supervise the clinic and act on his behalf, but he was incompetent, and when I returned my son to him, I found the owner of the clinic back from his vacation, and I asked him to give me a paper for the tests and he told me where is the child, I told him that he was with me and he asked me To enter it for him to reveal it. I put him on the bed and my son's condition was deteriorating. He quickly wrote a paper and put it in a yellow envelope and asked me to take him to the hospital in a hurry. I also took him to the regional hospital, and it was about eleven in the morning. I took him to the emergency room and the doctor on duty examined him and gave me a file to put him in the intensive care unit. I took him to the intensive care unit, and my wife and daughter were with me. It's like the story, no one paid him any attention, and I started asking the nurses to give him some serum or anything to strengthen his immunity, but they evade because of the large number of patients, and I took one of the nurses and begged him and promised him that I would reward him with an amount of money. And he came to him and took 3 samples of his blood from him and gave me one of them to go to a public laboratory and return to him with the result and he took 2 samples to the hospital laboratory and then he asked me for what I promised him and I gave him a little money to do this. How hard is parting.. my son

I went out with a blood sample and a paper containing the type of analysis. I paid them and paid for it, and they told me that the result would come out after at least 8 hours. I went home and brought a blanket for my son because I knew he was going to sleep in the hospital, and I went back on my way to the analysis lab to take the result and found it was not there and I waited there for more than two hours until I got it. I took her to the hospital and it was around 9 at night, and I called that nurse to give him the result and he told me to wait for the pediatrician who had not come yet, until I reached 10 at night and more and the doctor came and saw the tests and took him to examine him and they took him for a radio examination as it is said, and I was the one who was carrying him in my hands no A bed for them... Then they took him to the surgery without first aid, without serum, tonic, or anything, and all that was in front of my eyes. I arrived at 11:00 at night. They took him directly to the operating room while we were outside waiting for the result. After two hours had passed, they took him out of the operating room, almost dead, without serum suspended. No first aid, and all that was before our eyes. His mother called him, and my son Suleiman Suleiman opened his eyes for the last time in his life. They took him to the recovery room and asked us to leave until tomorrow, and it was 1 am. We left the hospital and we were in a hopeless condition. We did not sleep that night. We were waiting for tomorrow to be assured of the pleasure of our liver. We came in the morning and asked the guard to visit him, but he refused and told us until the doctor comes, he is the one who gives permission to visit. We waited for a long time that morning until he reached midday. The day they got closer, and the doctor and the female doctor came out to us and gave us two papers, one for the autopsy, with some of my son's flesh inside a plastic bag, and another paper to go to the mortuary to take my son because he died.... The shock was strong, we could not help ourselves from hearing the news.... no We are still in shock to this day... b

La mort de mon fils Solyman.

.La mort de mon fils Solyman.

في هذه الأيام العصيبة التي مات فيها فلذة كبدي ، عن عمر 8سنين و7 شهور. يوم الجمعة 13/08/2021 بالمستشفى على الساعة السابعة مساء، وتم دفنه في اليوم الموالي على الساعة الرابعة عصرا بمقبرة ( )كورزيانة . كان ابنا بارا منذ صغره وكنت له نعم الاب لم اغيّره يوما ، اوفر له كل حاجياته البسيطة ، مسجل في كرة القدم بملعب القرب بحي المجد. وكان يدرس بالمدرسة الابتدائية الجديدة بنفس الحيّ، كان يأخذ مني يوميا درهم في الصباح و درهم في المساء هو وأخته التي تكبره بثلاثة سنوات. كان محبوبا من طرف الجميع، أطفال الحي جميعهم يسألون عليه كل يوم ، من لم يجده يأتي عندي للمحل للسؤال عليه، وكان يأتي بهم ليسقيهم الماء، وكان يملأ الكأس بالماء ويقول لأصدقائه، اشرب بتمهل لا تهرق قطرة في محل أبي، كان محل للخياطة وبيع الملابس وكان يساعدني كثيرا رغم صغر سنّه، كنت اعتمد عليه في كثير من الأمور، كان هو من يجلب لي الماء من البيت الذي نقطنه فوق محل الخياطة بالطابق الثاني في نفس العمارة. اما في البيت فكان له دور كبير كذلك، هو من يخرج القمامة من البيت هو من يجلب الخبز أو الحليب أو أي شيء كانت امه محتاجة له..... كان معينا لنا في الدنيا وسيعيننا في دخول الجنة إن شاء الله.

La mort de mon fils Solyman.

 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.

La mort de mon fils Solyman.