I am sorry to tell the truth

I wish there was a God who could embody in something physical so that I could embrace him passionately , kiss him and thank him for all his unfairness , injustice , discriminatory behavior , inequality , toughtlessness and cruelty.
How much more will I bear to watch the least justifiable things occur around me and not utter a word ? I hope some thing will happen to change my mindset as with what I have in mind at the moment of writing nothing but an illogically cold ambivelace accompanies me when I talk to God.
Sunday night when I thought everything was ready to create an ever lasting memory of joy in my mind what I feared most happened . I was back to the dorm at 10 , not many minutes had passed before some one came to inform us that my room mate wasn't well . The elastically long moments of that night started from then on with our rush to the bathroonm where he had had a nervous attack and was thrown motionless. I don't remember much but my running to call the ambulance and my understanding that there was not one available and my friend's deafenning shrieks of pain piercing my soul since he was suffering from injuries in many parts of his body . long hours in the hospital followed with my having a wonder in mind "why should this happen to one who never hurts any one ?"
To our surprise the hospital did not even have one single moveable bed in its emergency room so we had to wrap him in a blanket which caused enormous discomfort for his burnt body . There were six other girls and boys from Beheshty university dormitory most of whom had food poisoning , I bet after eating the dornitory food.
People shouting , sight of bood and a hunky young doctor running around like a headless chiken , the hospital , Taleghani hospital in Tehran ,was evidently short-staffed . I could see people who were about to die helplessly crying for help while the elaborate yet absurd religous slogans painted tastefully on the walls could not come to their help. It turned out that my friend had not taken his pills which was only because he had not had enough money to provide them.
The first scene of God's play of injustice lasted until three o'clock . At eight university officials came to evict my newly recovered friend since he had not paid his dormitory bill.
Even worst was to follow for Masood , whose kindness is immeasurable and whose heart is big enough to accomodate aworld . On Monday I had to leave Tehran ; being dreadfully worried I called my other friend on the train to find out Msood's body had been discovered unconcious somewhere in Tehran and was in another hospital .