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Today I met my university professorโฆ the doctor who once taught me Organizational Behavior.
I approached him with a smile and said, โHow are you, doctor? I hope you are well.โ
He looked at me with tired eyes and replied, โIโm not wellโฆ who are you?โ
I felt embarrassed and said gently, โYou donโt remember me? Iโm Mohammedโฆ you taught me at the university.โ
His answer shocked me:
โWhich university? Which course? When?โ
I froze.
I started wonderingโฆ did I mistake him for someone else?
Or did he lose his memory?
Or did the war take something from his mind?
I couldnโt continue the conversation. I left quietly,
feeling that I had just met a man who looked like my professorโฆ but wasnโt him anymore.
When I returned to my tent, I called a friend who studied with me and is related to him.
I asked him what happened.
He pausedโฆ then said:
โHe is the only survivor from his family.
Their house was bombedโฆ everyone was killed.
Since that day, he hasnโt been the same.
Itโs like he lost his mindโฆ the shock broke him.โ
I was devastated.
I wished I hadnโt left him standing there alone.
I wished I had hugged himโฆ sat beside himโฆ
He once taught me, and I loved him like a father.
War doesnโt only destroy homesโฆ
it breaks minds, shatters souls,
and leaves people aliveโฆ but lost.
May God ease your pain, doctor.
Please keep him in your prayers. ๐
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