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Call for an Angel Day

Sometimes life is unfair, nothing can be done , there is only helpless spectators of the calamities that hit us and we and many others that we end up, by force of things, endure.
My name Moez. I have a few months and yet I have experienced things that no human being should be confronted. With a meningocele (congenital congenital spinal cord) since my birth, I was abandoned by my mom, one in whom I trusted, one that should have been for me a symbol of stability and tenderness. Instead I found myself left to my own, abandoned in a hospital where they claim handled badly of me. At an age where you would normally enjoy the protection and love of family cocoon, I'm just watching with my little baby eyes the other little angels passing in my hospital room, wrapped in this soft atmosphere of respect and attention that creates loving parents about their newborn.
I do not know what it feels like to be loved, I can only imagine the sweetness of the embrace of a mother. I never cried and yet full of sorrow I have my little heart. Sometimes I receive the visit of young volunteers who change me, feed me and play a little with me. I am infinitely grateful to them. Their smiles and their attentions brighten my day, but that does not quench my thirst for love nor soothe my pain. I'm just a little angel, but I carry a very heavy burden on my frail shoulders. My name
Moezz and today it's up there I look at you and I pray night and day for my many comrades in misfortune, abandoned children's hospital, are not forgotten and they are entitled too a chance to be pampered like little baby should be.

Rania M'henni

It is with great regret that I read this wonderful (bravo rania) and with great pain and tears that I see the smile of this little angel with red hair ...
this little bundle of joy on his
bad on the back
not metaphorical
it is very logical ...
his illness was greeted on his arrival, he shook up his heart scare,
and finally forced to say goodbye.
he left us ignorant eyes, the innocent smile.
he chose to climb up there, watching over his comrades, and his appearances, with the hope
deepest
to see them one day in a better situation ...

Salma Snoussi

In memory of little Moez died in March 2009