The medicine for Grief

This is an article about a doctor giving medical relief to remote villagers in Afghanistan and realised that there are many who wounds can't be treat medically.
Dr Tan Poh Tin is a paediatrician in Kuching, Malaysia. She has gone on a number of volunteer medical missions. This report is about her stay in Afghanistan on June 2002, seven months after the Taliban had been driven from power. The whole vilages had been reduced to rubble. Graves outnumbered the houses in some places, most marked only by neatly arranged stones. Dr Tan had seen many suffering people and " I am in grief" was what she heard from most of her patients. After several days, Dr Tan's interpreter got fed up with the patients saying pain all over. The interpeter, who was 19, had told her that his dream was to apply to the medical school in Kabul, but by the end of an intense week with her, he decided to study engineering instead. Dr Tan also saw a mother of seven boys who was grieved and lost a lot of weight during the Taliban regime.Her thrid son, 17, was stopped by the Taliban from sitting for the exams to universities in Turkey. Not daring to return to Afghanistan, he fled to Iran and lived there for two years as an illegal immigrant, facing much hardship. Hence, the mother, not knowing if he was alive or dead, was grieved. After the fall of the Talinban, her third son finally returned. His hands were calloused from doing hard labour in Iran. Dr Tan sensed his deep pain but he had an irrepressible hopefulness and an indomitable spirit that was determined to succeed, no matter what happened.
After reading it, I realised that there are so many people suffering in the country. I always thought that the only thing in the world that would make people feel grieved was homework, nagging, work, exams, money and grades. I finally know the defination of grief. Grief is not tired neither is it just being sad. I also realised that anything can happen in any time, with reasons or not. In this world, nothing is fair. There are people enjoying life and complaining on very single thing in life where people in other country were suffering. The 19 year old interpreter got fed up just because he was tired of repeating the same thing over and over again. But did he ever think why the patients said that? Have he ever felt the pain of losing your family in just one night? That behaviour was unforgivable.
What is power? Is power that important, so attractive that one can kill his people just to fight for power? Power made friends kill friends. Today he might be talking and laughing with you but you never know what your so called friend do to you the next day. No one is trustable. Nobody is somebody. A begger and became a king in a night's time.
I also realised that there are many ways to live when in grief. There are people who lived in grief for the rest of their life but there are also those who climbed up and continue walking. I am really impressed by those who continued walking. In this world, there is no specified medicine to cure one's grief. Perhaps the only cure is the enduring resilience and inexorable hopefulness. Continue to walk no matter what. Time will not wait for anyone. Either you climbed up and continue walking or you lie down on the floor waiting for the deathgod to take your souls and future. Never stop trying. Every step you take is hope. Who cares how many times you have fallen just kept walking, walk into the bright future.