These days Mohammed Amin Radhy opens his pediatric clinic only three days a week, for three hours at a time. In the new Baghdad, it's a life-or-death journey just to travel the 3 1/2 miles from his home in the elegant Mansour district to his office in a dicey part of the city near Tahrir Square. And when he does go to work, he encounters grim suffering he never expected to see. On a recent weekday a woman, swathed head to toe in a black aba, tugs her wailing child up the pitch-black stairs to the clinic. As usual, the electricity...
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