It was 7 pm when the trains collided. The time when everyone waits for dinner to be served, others who carry their neatly packed tiffins offering it to their fellow passengers, chatting with each other about family, films, children. The kids playing, running around the coach, youngsters standing by the door waiting for the next station to get their chai, local delicacy. It could have been any of us. It was them. May Allah ease their suffering
Never be ashamed of earning money in Doctors profession because
You are earning money by Saving lives and by decreasing care giver burden NOT by selling Some Cancer.