Pulled in front by humanity , pushed behind by revolution

By Malek Arol Dhieu

If people who live in a stressful life are counted, then I am one of them. I never sleep a wink when I think of how I should handle the two. The thinking never comes alone, but it often comes when I take a walk around my residential area to find poor unfenced houses occupied by families who do not even afford half a meal and half a tablet of paracetamol. I almost cry whenever I see them but I keep to my cool by deceiving myself that one day, I shall bring them change. What changesshall I bring to them? This is where my stress comes in. Yes, I am a medical student and when I excel in medicine, I shall bring them change by enhancing their health but the question remains, how many years do I need to fully thrive in medicine so that my service to them may not contribute further to their suffering but to their well-being instead? If I choose that path as the only possible way to help them, then how many people shall I rescue at the end of the day? Diseases do not segregate between the elderly and the young so that I promise myself to continue and come back to save the young who are spared by diseases. When I toss these questions alone and try to answer some of them, I end up not sleeping. With the little knowledge I have in medicine, I can help them but where is the manpower. When I think too much and I see I am becoming mad over this, I dismiss the issue, telling myself that it will be done by other people but who are those people, I am one of them. I also think of abandoning medicine like H.E Late Meles Zenawi of Ethiopia and liberate the vulnerable community but I later realized that times are different, the time of Meles Zenawi was favorable for revolution but now, even those that you want to liberate feel shy and almost reject you. Revolution never parts with fighting and if happens that their area becomes a war zone, and many of those I want to revolutionize get killed by cross bullets, how shall I explain it after revolution? If it happens that I am killed far away from the destination I want these people to go to, then I shall have done nothing to rescue them at the end of the day. In case I succeed in fighting for their right, shall I be in good term with those satisfied now and will be missing this satisfaction later during my tenure? A lot of questions come in my mind. I unknowingly talk while walking alone, shaking my confused head and pointing at moving air in search for the solution, but it is too early for me to do that. This is done by old people whose memories are diminishing. I am sure if I continue like this and die at the age of 95 as it is a common age at which most revolutionists die, my brain will be found like the brain of a 195-year-old man. Coming to the core reason why I chose the title of the article like that, I am deeply trained to love humanity and to struggle hard to minimize, if not stop, what destroys humans, making me choose medicine as a field where humanity is most respected. I have grown to love it, swearing to myself not to do anything to harm humans. But when I resort to revolution as a rapid means of bringing change, then I have contradicted myself. I know there are people outside there who will call me a coward, but why don’t they begin it. Revolution needs human sacrifices and humanity goes against it; this is what will make my brain grow older than my body.

The author is a medical student, University of Juba.

He can be reached at malengaroldit@gmail.com or +211922332811.

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