You are...the embodiment of immediate good karma. The equalizer between bottom feeders and the sanctimonious cogs in the system.
Bob, I am grateful for your Three letter name. It's another reminder of home Of a world predictable Of a life I had.
Now we’re guests in a faraway land nearly 40 years on. No trees, no cool breeze, no best friends. Only endless days spent in sending SMSs...
[Y]ou, one day, will knock lips with Turkish-coffee-clad veils whose beds our kin must tuck in misty-eyed.
Haris...as a naive migrant who just moved here, relying on you tapered worries.
You stand for what is right- for the patient and the staff. Pressures of work may down you, maybe bent but not broken.
Even the new things that I less than know, I keep trying, did again until perfect.
