A Quiet Note on Humanity
Humanity knows no borders.
It asks for no passport,
no shared language,
no proof of belonging.
Sometimes it appears
in the narrow space between two hospital beds,
where the world shrinks
to the size of a single window
and the city moves on outside,
unaware.
Weeks pass,
and life is reduced
to the low hum of machines,
the pale light of the ceiling,
and breaths that come
more carefully than before.
In such a place,
a simple card,
with a few handwritten words,
becomes a sign of presence.
Monica writes her name quietly,
without emphasis,
as if to say:
I am here.
When death approaches,
it is not always loud or violent.
Sometimes it enters the room
without a sound,
in the pause between two breaths,
and waits.
Yet it is precisely there
that humanity holds its ground —
not dramatically,
not heroically,
but just enough
to prevent loneliness
from having the final word.
To think of another
while carrying one’s own pain,
to write a name,
to acknowledge a life —
this is how life continues,
quietly.
And that,
in itself,
is enough.
⸻
Naser Kamali
Royal Free Hospital
North Wing, Tenth Floor
London
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