On a very hot afternoon in August, in an Arabic city, I was walking alone toward my home. I was exhausted, after a very busy day of working in a hospital, as an assistant to an ornery doctor. I was thinking of requesting to work in another department, when a young man and woman hurried beside me. He was hardly breathing, and she was very pale, holding an infant in her arms. They both seemed …showed first 75 words of 343 total…

…showed last 75 words of 343 total…man, with all his strength, stabbed her with a knife and ran a way. She screamed loudly and so did I. She twitched and fell down. A few people hurried toward us. Her husband came running, but too late! I was terrified and shocked. Everything happened so quickly. I gave the husband the baby and promised myself not to be curious again. This is how the third world people resolve their problem. Isn't that sad?