“Mr. President, we were not expecting you,” he stammered.

“That is exactly why I came,” Ibrahim said with a calm smile. “Show me everything. I want to see it as it really is.”

The hallways were crowded. Patients waited on benches or sat on the floor, their faces marked by worry. Some recognized him and offered shy smiles. Others were too sick or too overwhelmed to notice. Ibrahim stopped often, kneeling to speak with a mother cradling her sick child.