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- Narges Samadi

- 6 days ago
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Throughout history, there have been diseases that, no matter how often they were treated, returned again and again, with the wounds reopening.
Smallpox was one of them. It blinded eyes, destroyed limbs, and those who survived were left to live with disfigured and damaged bodies.
But the issue was never just the wound.
The issue was the wound's persistence.
It took years for humanity to understand what it was truly facing. Smallpox was defined not by the severity of its damage, but by its transmission cycle. No one, in any land, was safe from it. It could depart from a distant port, board a ship, cross oceans, and reach other lands, quiet towns or the skyscrapers of New York.
The disease was not contained until it crossed those oceans. It circulated within its borders, continuing its course. But once it travelled from one continent to another, the world was suddenly confronted with it. What was controlled was not the disease itself, but its spread, prevention of infection rather than cure.
It was through this expansion that understanding emerged: this was not a disease to be treated; its path had to be interrupted. Quarantine was born from this realization. At a decisive moment, the perspective shifted from treating individuals to managing the system. And when the chain of transmission was broken, the disease disappeared, without ever truly being βcured.β
Today, it feels as though we are facing another form of the same condition.
In one place, people fight for land;
in another, for energy;
elsewhere, for freedom;
and somewhere, simply for survival.
Ceasefires are declared; it appears there is treatment, but the wounds return. Eyes are lost, limbs destroyed, and even those who survive continue with pain and deficiency.
They learn, in a way, how to manage suffering. As Nietzsche suggests, enduring suffering gradually becomes part of oneβs identity. The tragedy here is not suffering itself, but its persistence, its transformation into identity. The tragedy is not death, but the repetition of death.
Some doctors carry their lives in their hands. They leave behind family, comfort, and safety to enter spaces under bombardment, to become the voice and image of this suffering. They treat, they save, but they cannot stop what is happening.
Because what is at work is something akin to the logic of smallpox: not a single wound, but a system that reproduces wounds.
In a world capable of building skyscrapers and sending people to the moon, the claim of helplessness in managing such crises points less to technical limitations and more to a lack of responsible, thoughtful action.
We have the capacity, we even have the United Nations,
But do we understand what we are doing?
The cells of this disease are fed by gunpowder.
A cell saturated with gunpowder continues to live as long as that supply reaches it.
Treatment is not amputation.
Treatment is not the destruction of human bodies.
Treatment is not burning everything in its path.
Treatment is the cutting off of this supply.
A cell deprived of nourishment gradually weakens, loses its power, and eventually ceases to function. But as long as this supply continues, no matter where we are, even if we sleep beside peace, one day it will reach us, whether by ship or by satellite.
This is the point that the American Doctor inadvertently reveals. The film is not about medicine; it is about the limits and the power of medical intervention.
A doctor can save lives,
but cannot stop the cycle.
In a world where violence becomes narrative, memory, and even economy, the question shifts:
What exactly are we looking at?
And what is being formed through this act of looking?
Watch this film.
Everyone should watch it.
But you, DOCTORS, you must watch it.
You who understand smallpox,
You who know how disease spreads and how it is contained, perhaps this time, the question is not how to treat, but how to prevent the wound from reopening?
Come forward, this time alongside art and literature,
Raise your voices however you can.
write, sign, protest.
Know this, as long as gunpowder is available,
Any operating room can be blown apart.
Instead of temporary aid,
think of the root, the production itself.
Build movements for children's rights. Talk about stopping the war in any land.
Go beyond financial or physical aid,
think of eliminating the source.
This time,
You make history for us.



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