The last words of a young man suffering from corona

This is the last words of a young man who was attacked by Corona
Speaking from the hospital bed,
Please listen people !!
I am a tall young man, age 26, healthy, fresh.
I thought that this coronavirus epidemic would not break my immune system.
Sixteen days ago, I had a fever; I spent the day thinking about the common flu.
Fifteen days ago, body aches; Fever decreases, increases; I ate two painkillers.
Fourteen days ago, the fever comes, goes; The pain in the body increases; The season is changing, I'm in the flu, I'm in painkillers.
Thirteen days ago, the pain all over the body subsided, so did the sore throat.
Twelve days ago, whooping cough, sore throat increases, decreases; There was a fever; Terrified I went to the diagnosis.
Eleven days earlier in the morning, I found out I was Covid-19 positive; Taste and smell began to lose these two senses.
Ten days ago, a sharp pain inside the two ears; No taste, no smell; Sore throat, cough, fever.
From the ninth day, shortness of breath begins with all the other symptoms.
The eighth, seventh, and sixth days are gone; He tried hard to take a little air inside my chest! Alas, there is no handful of air in this world!
I was kicked out of the house six days ago today.
There were two policemen, there were two health workers, there was an ambulance.
My mother was not allowed to get in the ambulance, my father was not allowed to come with me, my brother was locked at the door, my sister was unconscious in my grief.
The ambulance was leaving with its favorite siren sounding;
I was lying on my back, I was panting for a little breath, I lifted my head a little and the gap between my legs melted, I looked through the small window of the ambulance door-
My mother is lying in the dust, staring at my farewell.
My father is staring in disbelief, pressing his head with both hands and kneeling in the dust.
My sister was unconscious on the floor of the house.
The last time I saw the dearest people was mine.
Today, six days later, inside the ICU-room of the hospital, I am lying in a white bed;
There is no medicine in this world;
This is the six-six days I survived, eating an anti-disease diet, if it is a miracle, if it is healed, my defeated body!
Thousands of thousands have been able to go back to the mother's lap, father's chest!
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Today, looking into the doctor's eyes, it was not difficult to understand, I am dying;
I saw tears in the nurse's eyes yesterday, I knew this homeland, this world, my mother's breast, and not mine.
Now_I_are_killing.
I know no one in my family will be allowed to touch my body,
I know I'm going to be buried in front of five cops,
I know, I will be carried on the shoulders of four unrelated;
Mother is forbidden, father is forbidden, my brother and sister are forbidden, to me, to my corpse.
I was a healthy, strong young man, aged 26, lost to coronavirus, Kabu.
Dear people living in the world today, I am saying from the hospital bed, please listen? -
Seventeen days ago today, I left the house despite my mother's prohibition.
I don't know if I am dying of this deadly disease in my mother, father, brother or sister.
Man, please stay at home.
This death is the cruelest death in the world.