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In memory of Professor Burhan Adeen Alabed my father

Permit me to talk to you about my father, who was a compassionate father who dedicated his time to take care and to raise his children.[1,2] He was helped by a devoted wife who stood the pressure and circumstances of his profession, since the days when anesthesiologists did not exceed the number of finger in one hand. They took the responsibility of covering the anesthesia hospitals in Damascus. My father, who never missed the happiest times among his family, saw his grandchildren grow up around him [Figures 1-3]. In spite of all his heavy commitments, nothing would prevent him from following the personal interests of his daughters. I will never forget that day, in first grade primary school when my supervisor teacher brought to me a postal card from my father who wrote: “In Hawaii, I did not forget your birthday on April 27th. Happy birthday and a thousand kisses from the middle of the Pacific Ocean.”