At the clinic we sat opposite the chemist's window waiting for our turn to collect medicine.
We nursed our illnesses and sympathized with others.
It was the time when the SARS virus was dreaded.
An Omani gentleman came in blue worker's overalls.
He cheerfully wished everybody "As salaam aleykum" - a greeting of peace.
Many of us either nodded or responded.
Then he turned to the chemist and handed over a bag.
"What is inside?" asked the chemist.
"Medicines. My son doesn't need them anymore. He died" said the Omani gentleman.
We nursed our illnesses and sympathized with others.
It was the time when the SARS virus was dreaded.
An Omani gentleman came in blue worker's overalls.
He cheerfully wished everybody "As salaam aleykum" - a greeting of peace.
Many of us either nodded or responded.
Then he turned to the chemist and handed over a bag.
"What is inside?" asked the chemist.
"Medicines. My son doesn't need them anymore. He died" said the Omani gentleman.
