Twenty-year-old youth and the insensitivity of healers - A young cousin's tragic departure

Death is inevitable, but when a twenty-year-old strapping young man, with thousands of dreams in his eyes and the bloom of youth on his face, falls victim to the negligence of hospitals, humanity hangs its head in shame. My uncle's beloved son, my brother, passed away yesterday, leaving behind a pain that torments our souls.
The Horrific Isolation of the Government Hospital: When the police brought him to the government hospital in an injured state, we witnessed the funeral of humanity ourselves. My twenty-year-old brother, who was the life of the house until yesterday, lay there like an orphan. Neither did any doctor have mercy on his suffering, nor did any staff bother to hold on to his fading breaths. He was lying helpless, fighting the battle of life and death alone, while those who claimed to be healers seemed weary of their duties.
Where breaths were priced: Seeing the cruelty of the government hospital, we took him to a private hospital, where we thought that perhaps for money, he would get life, but there, a separate market of trade was hot. First complete the admission process, treatment cannot be started without this test, wait for this report, we cannot touch it without it. That twenty-year-old young man kept writhing in pain, his sobs echoed in the corridors of the hospital, but the hearts of the staff there had become stone. Time slipped like sand from the hand and the doctors' discussions and examinations did not end.
Dead body and support of false hopes, the most painful stage was when my brother had probably left us, but the hospital staff kept us in the dark to hide their incompetence. That still body, those silent pulses were crying out that it was too late, but we were being reassured that the breath was going on. When we demanded a referral after seeing their negligence, the truth came out, my brother had now departed from this mortal world.
*A dying lamp and a living question* What is the age of twenty? He had just begun to see the bitterness and joys of life. How heavy it is for a father to lift the funeral of his young son, only he knows who goes through this doomsday. My brother is gone, but this health system and these merchants in white coats are still sitting there. Today we are not just lifting a funeral, but the funeral of the trust we had in these doctors. May Allah Almighty grant my brother a high place in Jannat al-Firdous and grant patience to all of us, including my uncle. Amen, O Lord of the Worlds, by the grace of the trustworthy Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him.
                                                                    
✍️*Mutalim Al-Jamia Al-Ashrafia*✍️