Without Aid

We had a good life with Hossein in the camp. We ate and walked together. When he contracted skin contagious disease, they isolated him. He was alone in a room and visiting him was forbidden. Some month later, one day I saw a person had fallen on the ground in front of the barracks; it was a skeleton which had skin and breathed. I went near him. He was Hossein. I raised his head and put it on my knee. He whispered "dear Reza! I am dying. I haven't eaten any thing for a few days". I wanted to fetch him some bread and water, he said "I can not eat. According to what I know (It is supposed that) they want to take me to hospital. But I know that my disease is chronic and it isn't cured." He had also contracted dysentery. Hossein couldn't keep on talking any more. He wanted me to put his head on the ground. After a few days of his remove to the hospital, it was reported that "Hossein Fazaiee has passed away". How oppressed and without aid.